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My Boss' Slut
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@pdq.net)

***

A couple's quest to get pregnant, when they find that he 
is sterile. (M+/F, wife-sharing, intr, preg)

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Part One 

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'm your wife, you sterile wimp!" 
She began to cry buckets, collapsing against 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'm 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 Jones?" 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 remembering 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 asshole 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. 


Part Two 

I got off early from work on Friday to go home. I wanted 
to see how Becky was dressing for the weekend. It would 
be her second time with Mr. Williams, my boss and her 
master. 

As I told you, it was just last weekend when she had 
become my boss's slut, spending the weekend with him. 
She came back well fucked and happy and changed. During 
the week, she had not been with him. She had only seen 
or talked to him on Thursday when he whipped her with a 
willow branch in his office and fucked her ass as 
punishment for not having sex with me on Wednesday 
night. He ordered her to keep me very happy and as his 
slut, she was expected to obey all his orders, everyone. 

I was happy for Becky. She was loving being his slut and 
getting the royal fucking she wanted. More importantly, 
he was going to make her pregnant, fill her womb with 
his rich seed and give her the child I never could give 
her. 

I was happy for me, too. Our sex this week had been the 
best since the honeymoon. Becky had sex with me every 
time I asked except for Wednesday night and she found 
out what that was like. 

I heard the shower go off as I walked in the bedroom. 
When I entered the bath, she was drying her shortish, 
curled blonde hair. It had been long and brown last 
weekend but a stylist selected by my boss had changed 
that. Carefully, she dried her ears around the six tiny 
gold rings my boss had installed. 

"Hi, Bobby," she said with a big smile. "Come home to 
see me off?" 

"I wanted to tell my best girl goodbye for the weekend. 
What are you going to do?" 

"I have no idea. He just told me what to wear and to be 
ready at four." 

"Excited?" 

I could tell she was. She was bubbling, almost delirious 
with happiness. She could hardly speak without giggling. 
Her big eyes were bright and shiny as she started 
curling her hair as he wanted it curled. She sat naked 
at her dressing table, the dryer in one hand, a brush in 
the other. 

I could smell her pussy, She was flowing just thinking 
about being with my boss, Mr. Williams. She had told me 
about last weekend. When she described his cock, I did 
not believe her. But, I saw him fuck her ass in his 
office and I had seen for myself. He had a very big 
cock. I knew that big cock was making my little slut 
wife a happy woman. She began applying her makeup. 

"I did not know you wore that much," I said as she 
applied a heavy eye shadow. 

"Oh, Mr. Williams, wants me to wear more. He says I look 
more like a slut that way." She stopped to look up at 
me, the eye shadow pencil poised in the air. "I am a 
slut, you know. His slut." 

"Yes, I know," I answered softly. She was a slut and she 
was Mr. 
Williams' slut, that was clear to us all. 

She put on a bright red lipstick which matched her 
bright red finger and toe nails. Still sitting, she 
reached for her stockings. They were a sheer nylon, 
thigh high, but with a dark seam running up the back. 
She extended her shapely leg. Humming, she worked the 
nylon over her painted, pointed toes and sensually 
unrolled it up her leg. She stood and unrolled it over 
her thigh, lovingly adjusting it until the seam was 
perfect. Then, she sat and started on the other leg, 
giving it the same tender care. I knew she wanted to be 
perfect for him. 

A week ago, she would not have worn such clothes. More 
significantly, no matter what she wore, she would not 
have let me see her like this, dressing, naked after her 
bath. Now, she enjoyed me looking. She stopped, one leg 
extended with the stocking to her knee, the other bent 
and already finished. She gave me a slutty look. 

"You're hard. What caused it?" 

"Why, you, of course." 

"No. I mean seeing me dress or thinking of your boss' 
big cock reaming out my tender pussy." 

That was a good question. Of course, seeing her made me 
hard, but never this hard. I could not get out of my 
mind the picture of her tied over his desk as she fucked 
her ass. She was bound at arms and legs, spread. He 
fucked her so gloriously. I felt my cock twitch. 

"Both," I answered honestly, and it was. I liked the 
idea of him fucking her. I was anxiously awaiting her 
bloated belly, fat from his child, or maybe from another 
man's child. He had said she would get pregnant from at 
least one of his friends. 

She smiled at me but it was a cunning smile, a demanding 
smile. 

"You like him fucking me, don't you?" 

"Yes. I told you that." 

She sighed. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I 
could have been getting this good fucking years ago." 

"Come here, you," she said with a smile. "I am not going 
to leave you that way. I do not want Mr. Williams to 
think I am not taking care of my husband." 

I walked the two steps to her. She undid my belt and 
unzipped my pants and yanked down by jockeys. 

"Oh, you are hard. Let your boss' slut take care of that 
for you." 

She wrapped her lips around my cock, slurping nosily, 
her tongue active, the pressure magnificent. I could not 
help myself. I shot into her hot mouth. 

"Oh, Bobby, you do come quickly, don't you? That is 
another reason I am his slut. He lasts all night. Let's 
do it again. I did not even break a sweat." 

She kept sucking on me. I felt my cock harden again. Her 
head was a blur as she worked back and forth on me, back 
and forth. Oh, God, it felt good, so good. She would 
never even touch my cock before, now here she was 
blowing me like a world champion whore, all thanks to my 
boss, to Mr. Williams. Finally, I shot in her mouth 
again. She let me soften there, sucking all the cum from 
me. When she pulled away, I looked down. My cock was 
red, bright red, covered in her lipstick. 

"Much better. Now, Bobby, I want you to beat off at 
least three times Sunday afternoon before I get home. 
That way, you can last longer. Okay?" 

"Sure, Becky," I whispered as I rested against the 
counter. 

"Now, move. I need to get my shoes." 

She opened a new shoe box and removed a shoe. It was 
brushed satin, soft and furry looking. It was black and 
the heel was very high. 

"How high is that?" I asked. 

"Six inches. I hope I can wear them all right." 

She pointed her sexy toes, tightening the muscles of her 
leg. Becky has sexy legs, not thin like some models but 
muscular with smaller ankles. She slipped the shoe on 
and fastened a strap around her ankle. Rummaging through 
the box, she removed a small lock, the kind on some 
suitcases with the tiny key. She slipped the lock hasp 
through the tiny hole in the ankle buckle and pushed it 
shut with a click. I saw her shudder. She rummaged 
through the shoe box again. 

"I can't find the keys. I hope he has them," she said, 
as she started putting on the other shoe. 

When she stood, I had to admire her legs and ass. The 
six inch heels shaped them wonderfully. I could still 
see two faint red lines across her ass and another 
across her upper thigh where he had whipped her 
Thursday. She turned to admire herself in the mirror. 

"Nice," she whispered under her breath. Yes, it was nice 
and more. 
It was sexy as hell. 

She walked to her closet, the high heels making her sway 
very invitingly. In a moment, she slipped on her dress. 
It was black, with a deep V to her waist. It had one 
snap, a large gold clamp at her waist which held the two 
sides together. The dress fit a little loosely on top, 
allowing people at the to view her entire breast if they 
saw her from the right angle. And, when she walked, the 
two pieces below opened. She was going to have to be 
very careful or her pussy would be revealed with each 
step. 

But that is what he wanted I am sure. He wanted her 
pussy flashing every time she moved. Could you see the 
ring? Yes. There it was, with that step. Her bald pussy, 
freshly shaven by her just now, with its gold ring 
glistening. 

She looked so good and I wanted to take her there again. 
She saw my expression. 

"Not enough time, honey. He will be here any minute." 

She opened a package from a large department store. 
Inside were gold bracelets, six for each wrist. They 
would hang loosely and jangly. We heard the doorbell 
ring and I ran to answer it. 

"Come in, Mr. Williams." 

"Hello, Bob, Is my slut ready?" 

"Here I am," she said, bouncing towards the him, the 
dress revealing her pussy with each long, sexy stride 
she took. His eyes got hot when he saw her shaven 
snatch. She kissed, standing on one foot, the other 
raised, as the raised her head to him. I saw his tongue 
go into her mouth. Fortunately, she had used mouthwash 
after the swallowed my cum. I did not mind taking 
another man's cum from her, but I bet Mr. Williams would 
mind. 

"You look stunning, Becky," he said. 

"Thank you, kind sir," she replied coquettishly. 

He pulled a jeweler's box from his pocket, opened it and 
withdrew a gold necklace. It was a chain about two 
inches wide. It looked like a heavy chain that would be 
used on a dog except in gold instead of steel. It had a 
small diamond hanging from it. 

"Turn around," he said. He fastened the necklace around 
her neck. 
It was a choker, fitting tightly. 

Becky looked at me as her back was to him. She was so 
hot, so sluttish, so wanting sex. I had never seen her 
like that. I was so happy for her and for me. Mr. 
Williams took her arm and walked her to the door. 

As they exited towards his limo, he turned to me and 
said, "Bobby. Call the school and tell them there has 
been a death in the family and Becky will be out all 
next week. She will not feel like working. Have a good 
weekend." 

"You, too," I replied as he escorted my slut wife away. 
She never looked back at me as I stared at her swishing 
ass under her flimsy and expensive dress. 

It was a long weekend. The house was so quiet, the day 
so empty. I could not get her out of my mind. What was 
she doing at that second? Was she fucking him? Did he 
have her bent over a chair? On her back? Or, was it 
someone else? Who? A friend? A business associate? 
Maybe, it was someone from the office, someone I knew. 
Maybe? 

I beat off, taking my smallish cock in my own hand. I 
used cooking oil once, salad oil, then hand lotion. I 
was going to be an expert on lubricants and beating off 
by the time she returned. 

Where were they now? At his house? A party? My mind was 
going crazy. 

Where? Who? 

It was six o'clock on Sunday evening when I saw his limo 
drive up in front. I opened the door and stood waiting, 
waiting for her to walk out of it and come to me! 
Waiting to her about what had happened! Waiting for my 
slut wife to tell me how she had been used! 

The limo door opened...


Part Three 

I saw my slut wife's pretty foot, still wearing the six 
inch-heeled shoe with the ankle strap securely locked, 
extend through the open limo door. Then, her leg. Wait! 
He pulled her back into the limo. They closed the door. 

What was happening? What were they doing? 

Was he going to fuck her right there? With the driver 
able to see and hear them, with all the neighbors 
watching on this Sunday evening? 

There was Mr. Gleason across the street watering his 
flowers. He was watching the limo, watching from the 
corner of his eye. Did he know his sweet little 
neighbor, Becky, the pretty school teacher, was going to 
be fucked inside that big car with its black windows? 

I waited. My cock was so hard in my pants, so hard. I 
had beat off just an hour ago, beat off like she told me 
to do so I could last longer for her. 

Was the limo moving? Did I see it rock gently? Were they 
fucking in there? Maybe she was sucking his cock, her 
sweet lips with their bright red lipstick wrapped around 
his huge cock? Moving back and forth. Maybe, up her ass 
again. She had loved that, loved it when I watched my 
boss fuck my wife's ass. She was tied over the desk in 
his office then. Oh, how I wished I could be inside that 
limo watching them! 

How long would they make me wait? How long? I have never 
seen the second hand on my watch move so slowly. What 
could I do? I had to wait, wait at the door watching the 
black limo parked in front of my house. Wondering. 

The door is opening again. Yes. 

Mr. Williams stepped out of the limousine. I could not 
see her, see Becky, his slut, my wife. It had been since 
Friday and now it was Sunday night. She had been with 
him all weekend. 

What had happened? 

Mr. Williams looked perfectly groomed and dressed as if 
he just stepped from a shower. He bent over to help 
someone from the limo. I saw her foot again. I saw her 
leg, the hem of her dress. Ah! There she was. Oh, my. 
Becky looked well fucked. I opened the house door and 
ran down the sidewalk towards them. She saw me coming 
and smiled. She was exhausted. As I got closer, I could 
see the white stains on her face and dress. I was beside 
her now, slipping my behind her back to support her. 

"She has had a rough weekend, Bob. And, this week will 
be tough." 

He stuffed a piece of paper in my pocket. 

"Have her there at six in the morning. Do not be late. 
Then, when they say you can leave, come to my office." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Goodbye, slut," Mr. Williams said to my wife. 

He kissed her hard, one hand on the nape of her neck. I 
saw the other go through the opening of her dress. He 
was playing with her pussy. Right here in broad daylight 
on Sunday evening with all the neighbors home, my boss 
was playing with his slut's pussy. With my wife's pussy. 
I quickly glanced around to see if any neighbors were 
watching. 

Was Mr. Gleason the only one watching as he played with 
her pussy? Mr. Gleason watching as he watered his 
flowers. Did he have a hard on? Was his cock bursting in 
his pants as mine was? 

"I had a wonderful time, Mr. Williams," she said, 
although it was said gasping as if she were in pain. 

"Good. We will do it again in a few weeks. Goodbye." 

He jumped in the limo and left us there. The dress had 
fallen open. 
Could anyone see her? She her nakedness? She the cum on 
her thigh? Her clit ring glistening with wetness? Becky 
looked at me and blushed. Ashamedly, she held the dress 
around her, looking down. 

"Please, Bobby, I hurt. Will you carry me in?" she said 
very softly. 

I lifted her in my arms, carrying her into the house, to 
our bedroom where I gently set her down on the bed. She 
fumbled through her purse and handed me a tiny key. 

"Take the shoes off, Bobby, please. They have not been 
off all weekend. My feet are killing me." 

I unfastened the tiny lock and undid the buckle. Her 
feet were swollen. 

"Ohmigod, that hurts," she moaned as I pulled the left 
shoe off her. I started to massage her foot. "No. Get 
the other one off," she whimpered. When both shoes were 
off, she fell back on the bed. Her feet were swollen and 
puffy. I began to rub them. 

"That feels so good," she moaned. 

Her dress was open all the way, leaving her naked in 
front of me. Her pussy was bruised, the lips still 
swollen. As I looked at it, white cum oozed slowly from 
her and slid down the crack of her ass. She extended one 
of her long, red tipped, finger nails and plucked the 
cum from her dripping cunt. I watched as she brought her 
hand over her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, waiting, 
waiting for his cum to drop. 

Slowly, the drop fell into her open mouth, like nectar 
falling from a spoon to a waiting babe. She stuck her 
finger in her mouth, slurping loudly to clean it. 

"I love the taste of cum," she sighed contentedly. 

"Becky, what happened?" 

"Oh, Bobby, I will tell you all about it later. Go draw 
me a real hot bath and get me a drink, will you, 
please?" 

As I stood, she stuck two fingers up her pussy, swishing 
them around. Again, she took the cum to her wanting 
mouth, licking herself clean, taking in all the cum my 
boss had left in her willing pussy. When I returned from 
getting her drink and drawing the bath water, she was 
naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"My feet hurt. Please, help me." I carried her into the 
bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the tub. 

"Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good," she groaned as she 
slid into the steaming water. 

I was hard as a rock, my cock throbbing in my pants. 
What had happened to her? What had they done? I had seen 
her thighs. What had happened to them? And, now, as she 
lay back in the tub, I could see her breasts, her 
stomach. Oh, Becky had a hard weekend! But, had she 
liked it? Was she still happy being my boss' slut? I 
needed to know! 

The dried cum on her face was softening from the 
steaming water. Her makeup was starting to run. I knew I 
had to have a picture. I ran for our camera. She looked 
so slutty with cum and eyeliner dirtying her face, I 
just had to have a picture. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"You look so slutty. I wanted a picture." 

She laughed. "Bobby, they made videos of this weekend. 
You can look at your boss' slut all you want." 

She finished her bourbon and coke and handed me the 
glass, asking for another. When I returned, she learned 
forward. 

"Kiss for your boss' slut?" 

I kissed her. I could taste the cum, his cum, in her 
kiss. It was the cum she had taken from her swollen cunt 
just before she got in the bath. 

"Did you beat off like I told you to?" she asked, 
watching me intently. 

I felt the blush rise in my face and my cock twitch in 
my pants. 

"Yes." 

"How many times?" 

"Ten." 

"Ten. Wow, good for you. Next time, Bobby, I want you to 
beat off into a glass and save it for me. I want to 
drink your cum when I get home. Your cum, Bobby, yours, 
the cum you shot thinking of your slutty wife fucking 
your boss. Oh, Bobby, think of it. As I am fucking your 
boss, taking his big cock deep in me, you are beating 
off into a glass. So, really two men are giving me their 
cum to drink. Oh, how deliciously slutty!" 

"All right. I will save it next time." 

"Good. Now let me rest in the water a while and then I 
will tell you about my weekend," she said with a tired 
smile. 

I sat on the stool and waited. Soon, she finished her 
drink, asked for another refill and lathered the wash 
cloth. Leisurely, she began rubbing her breasts. I saw 
her wince when the cloth rubbed the blue spot. 

"Do my hair, please, Bobby," she asked softly. 

I kneeled on the floor beside the tub. After pouring 
shampoo on her silky hair, I began to rub, building a 
lather, scrubbing her hair clean for her, for Becky, my 
wife. Slowly, I rubbed, the lather, rich and sweet 
smelling, oozing between my fingers, sliding her smooth 
back in white globs. Globs, soft and wet, sliding down 
her silky skin. Just as his cum had slid down her face, 
her breasts, like big globs of cum. 

Then, she pulled the stopper and the tub started to 
drain. She stood and pulled the shower curtain, leaving 
me still kneeling by the tub. I heard the shower go on 
as she rinsed herself, rinsing away the grime and the 
cum. Shower off, she reached for a towel and I handed it 
to her. 

Did she know how I ached, how my dick hurt and my balls? 
Did she know how much I wanted her? Why was she making 
me wait? 

"Honey, why are you making me wait?" 

She ripped back the shower curtain. Her eyes were 
blazing, her face red, the muscles in her throat corded. 

"If you were a real man, you would not let make you 
wait. You would take me when you wanted me. But, if you 
were a real man, I would not be a slut just so I can 
have a child. You made me a slut, you short-dicked wimp! 
Now, get out of my bathroom!" 

"Becky?" 

"Get out!" 

I left, of course. Why was she so angry at me? She loved 
it. She said so. She said she loved being Mr. Williams' 
slut. She could have a child other ways. But she could 
not have him other ways. Why was she mad at me? I was 
supportive, helping her. Why? 

In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. She looked 
sad as she sat on the bed by me. 

"I am sorry. It is not your fault you are sterile. Come 
on. Let me suck your cock." 

"No, Becky." 

"Come on, please. Let me suck him and then I will tell 
you all about my weekend." 

My slut wife slipped to her knees beside the bed. She 
pulled me up, wiggling my pants and shorts off me. She 
pushed me back on the bed and wrapped her lips around my 
cock. Back and forth, Her mouth was so warm. Back and 
forth. Wet, the pressure devine. Back and no. No. Oh, 
oh. I could not help it. It felt so good, so good to 
have her hot mouth on my cock. She was sitting back now, 
licking cum from her lips. 

"See, honey. That is why I want a man who can last. Now, 
let me tell you what happened." 

She got up on the bed beside me, legs crossed and 
started to talk. 
Her eyes were alive. The whiskey and her bath had 
rejuvenated her. 

"Well, you were there when he picked me up. The limo was 
plush, Bobby. It had a bar and everything, much nicer 
than anything we could afford. He handed me a single red 
rose. 

'For a lovely lady,' he said. 

'Oh, thank you, Arthur,' I replied. 

Bobby, he got mad. Real mad. He did not say anything but 
his eyes told me. He put his hand on my leg, right 
there, on the knee. His fingers slowly started walking 
up my leg. It felt like a spider on my leg. You know how 
I hate spiders. I wanted to brush it off, or shake it 
off, but I was afraid of him, afraid of what he was 
going to do to me. 

"Why are you angry?" I gasped out at him. 

'You may never call me by my first name, slut. Do you 
understand?' 

'Yes, sir, but.' 

'But nothing, slut.' 

His hand kept moving up my leg. I flinched, jerking my 
legs shut, trapping his hand. Oh, Bobby, he did not like 
that. That is when he did this." 

She pointed to a dark, purple-blue, ugly bruise on her 
thigh. I could see where a nail had dug into her flesh, 
tearing it. 

"He dug his nail in and squeezed. I grabbed his hands 
with mine but his look told me to let his go. I pulled 
my hands away. He kept the pressure up, then slowly he 
twisted, just like a school teacher twists a child's 
ear, he twisted my flesh until I screamed. When he 
released me, I grabbed my leg, rubbing it. 

'Put your hands flat on the seat, palms down, and slide 
them between the two seat partitions,' he said. 'Never 
rub where I have punished, slut.' 

I did it. I did not want to make him mad again. 

'Now, spread your legs for me. That's it. No, slut. 
Wider. Wider.' 

He reached over and removed the clip from my dress. The 
front fell apart leaving me totally exposed. You saw 
that dress. It is one piece held together by that clip. 
Oh, Bobby, it felt so good to be like that. To be 
totally exposed. Open. Under his control. I loved it, 
Bobby. I loved your boss dominating me like that. 

'Well, slut,' he said, 'I can see I will have to help 
you open your legs like I want them.' 

Bobby, those limos have everything. There was a drawer 
in the shelf where the whiskey was. He opened it. There 
were ropes inside. He took two pieces of rope and made 
slip knots in one end of each of them. He took each of 
my legs and slipped a rope over foot. He pulled it, 
tightening the rope around my ankle. 

Bobby, I looked down at myself, at my shaven pussy and 
the ring through my clit hood, at the high heels locked 
in place, at the rope, the white rope against the dark 
stockings. It was so decadent! God, I was dripping pussy 
juices from it! 

Oh, Bobby, you are so hard again. You like hearing about 
this, don't you? Do you want to stop for a quickie?" 

"No. Go on. Please." 

"Bobby, there are straps in those limos. Straps like in 
cabs, for people to hold on to. They were above the rear 
seat. He pulled my right leg up, toward the strap. He 
slipped the rope tied to my ankle through the strap and 
pulled. I was bracing myself on my arms and on my other 
foot. It was bent as such an angle, Bobby, as I strained 
as my right foot was tied to the strap. 

I was starting to sweat as I stared into his face. I 
knew what he was going to do, Bobby." 

Her hand was on my leg, her nails gently teasing me. 
Migod, I wanted her, wanted to fuck her. Take her my 
mind screamed, but I sat there. 

"Bobby, I need to cum. Will you eat me? Please. You know 
I can't cum easily from you fucking me. After this 
weekend, maybe I will never be able to cum from you 
fucking me ever again." 

"Why?" 

"Oh, Bobby, his cock is so much bigger than yours. And 
his father's, well. I am sure my pussy is so stretched I 
won't even feel yours." 

"I thought that was an old wives tale, about stretched 
pussy, I mean." 

"All little-dicked men think it is an old wives tale, 
Now, eat me. 
Come on." 

She lay back on the bed, pulling me towards her. I 
wanted to fuck her, but she pushed me, pushed my head 
between her legs. She held me to her pussy. It was 
swollen again, swollen in need. 

Her pussy is so sweet, so ripe. I love eating Becky's 
pussy. I licked. I tongued and sucked. I ate Becky's 
pussy like a madman. All the time my cock was throbbing 
in its own need. 

"More, more, suck my clit. Make me cum, Mr. Williams," 
she screamed, holding my head to her dripping cunt. I 
made her cum. She came so much more easily now. It did 
not take nearly as long, not after Mr. Williams had 
broken her in. She gasped, resting. 

"Oh, Bobby, that felt good. I love to cum. You know, 
Bobby, you eat my pussy better than anybody, even better 
than your boss. I just realized that. You are one pussy 
eating dude, Bobby." 

She stretched her legs, arching her back as she yawned. 

"Want to hear some more?" 

"Yes," I said. My cock was ready to explode. Didn't she 
know that? 

"Where was I? Oh, yes. There I was, watching him, spread 
wide and open, my dress undone. Oh, it was delicious. I 
wish you could be a woman, Bobby, for just one day. You 
could learn how good it really feels. I felt his hand on 
my left ankle, the one supporting me. 

'Please don't,' I pleaded. But, he yanked it up. Bobby, 
I was swinging! As the limo moved, I was swinging! He is 
so strong. He pulled my leg toward the other strap. He 
yanked the rope. 

"No,' I screamed. 'You are pulling me apart.' 

'I like more flexibility in my sluts. You need to began 
exercise.' 

God, Bobby, how can I describe it? My legs were roped to 
the straps. My hands were trapped between the seat 
cushions. My ass was in the air. My ass and my naked 
pussy. Oh, Bobby, it was devine! I was swinging. 

I was swinging and with every swing, my pussy approached 
Mr. Williams' face. Oh, I wanted him to lick me. When my 
pussy swung to his face, I wanted his mouth on me. I 
felt so slutty, Bobby. So absolutely slutty and helpless 
swinging in the limo. 

You know what he did, then? He slipped his finger in my 
pussy ring. This ring. The one through my punctured clit 
hood. Then, when I swung away from him, it pulled. Oh, 
it hurt and I begged him to let go. But, when the 
pressure lessened, shocks went through me, bolts. I knew 
I could cum from it. I knew I could. I wanted to, Bobby. 
I wanted to cum swinging there, cumming from his finger 
in my clit ring. 

I wanted to cum so badly. My head was back, lower than 
my body. I could feel the blood pounding through my 
brain. My thighs were tight, stretched, my muscles 
screaming from the tension, my tendons hot and burning. 
I was so open. Open and available. And, I wanted to cum. 

'Please, Mr. Williams. Let me cum. Let me. Please. I 
need it.' 

I begged him to let me cum, begged so much. It felt 
good, Bobby. Sluts should beg once in a while. He did 
not say a word. As I begged and begged to cum, he said 
nothing. He was keeping me at the edge, the absolute 
edge of orgasm. It was devine, simply devine, oh God, I 
wish I could feel it right now! 

I could not see him. I could only feel his presence, 
feel him sitting between my open legs, feel that one 
finger through my clit ring, as I swung back and forth, 
back and forth. 

Oh, Bobby, you are so hard. Let's do something about 
that. Would you like to fuck your boss's slut? Would you 
like to put your dick in this well used cunt, so well 
used, Bobby? Let's do it! Then, I will tell you about 
the rest of my weekend." 


Part Four 

Becky, my slut wife, had been telling me about her 
weekend with my boss, Mr. Williams. It made me so hard 
listening to her, she was going to let me fuck her. She 
was on her back on our bed, our marital bed. I didn't 
mind she was my boss' slut. She was much better in bed 
with me, too. My sex life was good now. And she was 
going to have the baby I could not give her. My boss was 
going to make her pregnant. 

"Come on, Bobby. Stick that little thing in me. Fuck me, 
Bobby. Fuck me." 

I crawled between Becky's spread legs, those beautiful 
legs she'dd wrapped around my boss just hours ago as he 
fucked her in the limo in front of my house. Now, she 
wrapped those legs around me and guided me into her. 

I couldn't feel any difference. She didn't feel 
stretched to me. Was she? Was she so stretched from his 
big cock that she could barely feel me in her? How did 
it feel to her? How? 

Becky's legs were tight around me. I could feel her 
tighten her pussy. Tighten. I'd hold back. She said 
sometimes I could make her cum when I fucked her. 
Sometimes. Maybe if I tried harder to hold back. 

"Ummm, Bobby, fuck me. Come on, honey." 

She was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat pouring 
off her. 
Feel her muscles start to tighten. 

"Bobby, so close, honey. Faster, baby. No. Dammit, no. 
Damn you, can't you learn to hold it? Oh, God. Get down 
there. Make me cum with your mouth. Hurry, Bobby. I need 
to cum. Yes. Oh, yes. Come on, you pussy eater. Eat me. 
Eat me!" 

Yes, I'd make her cum. Her hands held my head tightly 
against her pussy. I was sucking her clit, sucking and 
licking. 

"Yes. YES!" she screamed. 

She wrapped her legs around my head, crushing it, 
squeezing, squeezing my head as she came. I continued to 
lick her, continued eating her as the aftershocks 
floated through her. I stayed between her legs, licking 
at her delicious pussy, as she rested. I felt her stir, 
then she moved to sit up again. She patted my hand 
patronizingly. 

"Well, Bobby, you almost made me cum with your dick. 
Maybe next time. It's a good thing you love to suck cum 
from my pussy while you eat it or you'd never make me 
orgasm. Do you want to hear about the rest of my 
weekend?" 

"Yes, Becky. I'd like that." 

"Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was 
resting on the pillows and patted the bed beside her. 
She yawned and stretched. 

"Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid 
maybe five or six and you went to the playground to ride 
the swings? You'd kick your legs and go higher, and kick 
and higher. Remember? Then, you'd get way high, kicking 
your legs to the sky. Right at the top, your head would 
be so far back you were looking at the ground. Then, 
movement would cease for an instant and you'd feel 
weightless. Down you went again, swinging backwards 
toward the ground. Remember how good it felt? 

This was ten times better. Better. My feet weren't 
swinging much, just the inches the straps in the limo 
moved, just the inches the rope would allow. But my 
pussy, oh, my pussy, moved back and forth, back and 
forth, almost weightless, Bobby. And, my head was back 
all the time. 

Oh, Bobby, the best part though was my pussy ring. His 
finger was through it. With each swing, the tension on 
the ring tightened. It'd pull. Then it'd be painful and 
I was afraid I would tear. Just when I thought the pain 
would make me scream, back I'd swing and the bolts of 
electricity would fire through me. 

Bolts, Bobby, of pleasure, firing from my pussy all 
through me, making me tingle. 

Oh, I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let me. Mr. 
Williams is a good lover, Bobby, real good. You should 
take lessons from him. He knows how to make a girl beg 
for it, especially if the girl is a slut like me. 

Then he let go of the ring. He stopped touching me. He 
wouldn't talk. I swung there in the air, needing to cum. 
I was so open, so available, my pussy in his face, but 
he didn't touch me. 

'Mr. Williams? Please, say something,' I finally asked, 
but he was silent. You know, Bobby, that is when I felt 
the sluttiest. Just hanging there, my legs spread as 
wide as they could go, my pussy so open and exposed and 
him ignoring me, letting me hang. My arms were hurting 
and my legs ached. I felt my excitement ease away. 

The limo slowed. When it did, he removed the ropes, 
letting me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. 
I rubbed my arms to get circulation back in them. 

'Slut,' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I'm leaving you 
here. This is a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, 
which is my father's unit. Do whatever he says. You're 
his slut tonight. I'll pick you up at ten in the 
morning. Be wearing this.' 

He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, 
Bobby, it was so delicious. It seemed Mr. Williams was 
making me more slutty with everything he did. I loved 
it. 

Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the 
apartment, several of the residents were sitting 
outside. As I walked by, I heard one say, 'slut'. That 
was me. Slut. 

Can I have some water, Bobby?" 

I got Becky the glass of water. She was looking down at 
her shaven snatch when I returned. I saw her gently 
stroking the clit ring. Little goose bumps broke on her 
breasts and chest. 

"Oh, thanks, Bobby. Well, I knocked on the door and it 
opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked 
like Mr. Williams, but older. I guess he was seventy-
five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress 
thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at 
me up and down. Really, Bobby, I was so disappointed. I 
was looking forward to some action with Mr. Williams and 
he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried 
to act happy. 

'I'm Charles Williams. Call me Horse. All my friends 
do.' the man said. 

I shook his hand, but he didn't let go, pulling me into 
the room and closing the door behind me. Bobby, there 
were three other old men sitting on the couch and a man 
in a wheel chair. He introduced them. Dutch, the man in 
the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I noticed a 
video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to 
photograph me. 

Barton was next to him. Barton was eighty-three. He was 
only about five four and did not weigh any more than I 
do. He was so scrawny. Bobby, I was afraid he might 
break. Then, Ed. Ed was way stooped over, with one of 
those humps on his backs like real old men get. He was 
leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at me over 
trifocals. Chick was last. Chick had a huge belly. He 
was wearing his house slippers. 

Oh, Bobby, I was getting really down now. I wanted some 
fun. What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let 
me tell you, they had some fun planned! 

Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot 
away from the wall. 

"Sit there, girly girl,' he said with a grin. 

I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and 
pulled me to the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off 
it. He picked up my feet and brought them back so the 
long high heels were hooked behind the chair legs. I 
could not unhook them without sliding back in the chair, 
so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an 
angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all 
five of them were looking into my shaved pussy. 

'Should I take off my dress?' I asked. 

Ed replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut 
with it flopped open like that.' 

Oh, Bobby, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, 
with my knees so wide and my heels locked behind the 
chair legs. Horse pulled me forward a little more. I was 
so open in front of them. Horse went into the kitchen. 
He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and a 
zucchini. Look, Bobby, my pussy is dripping just from 
telling you about this!" 

She was dripping, too. Becky, my little slut wife, was 
dripping like a faucet. She dipped her finger in her 
pussy and licked it clean. Then, she dipped again and 
offered it to me. Of course, I opened my mouth. Her 
pussy tasted great. 

"Well, Bobby, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It 
was clear line. Whatyacallit?" 

"Monofilament line." 

"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to 
me, said it was for attaching lures. He called it a 
spinner. It had a catch. He clipped it onto the ring in 
my clit hood. 

'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now,' Ed 
said. 

'Now, honey, you masturbate on this veggie here while we 
watch.' 

The zucchini was cold, very cold. I shivered when he 
handed it to me. I put the cold veggie to my pussy lips, 
moving it around to lubricate it. Horse sat down with 
the fishing pole in his hand. He pulled the line tight 
and it tugged my ring. Oh, Bobby, I was still so horny 
from swinging in the limo, when he started pulling on 
that ring, I just about came! 

'Don't touch your pretty little twat, girly girl. Just 
use the veggie,' Horse said to me. 

It was so cold, but my pussy felt like a gaping hole. I 
had to have something up me. I started to squirm from 
the coldness. Then Horse pulled the line. He was really 
making me dance with that fishing pole. I started 
inching the zucchini up my pussy. I was so wet, Bobby. 
Can you see me, fucking myself on a zucchini with my 
clit tethered to a fishing pole while five dirty old men 
watch? I mean, is that world class slut or what! 

Oh, Bobby, you're so hard again. Well, this time you'll 
have to wait!" 

"I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you." 

"Fuck yourself, wimp!" 

"Mr. Williams'll punish you for that, Becky." 

She stared at me, a nasty, demeaning stare. 

"Well, if that isn't the wimpiest, queerest sounding 
thing anybody ever said to me. Real masculine, Bobby. 
What a man! Threatening me with your boss! Like a three-
year-old. Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? 
Why don't you take me! A real man would. But then a real 
man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his boss, 
would he?" 

I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, 
she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Williams to 
fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be 
understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the 
bitch happy! 

She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs. 

"See where I was whipped, Bobby. See how a real man 
treats a woman who belongs to him. But, you would not 
know anything about what a real man does, would you?" 

I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the 
room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out 
on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door 
open. She knelt by the chair. 
"Look, Bobby. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck 
you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend." 

I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. 
She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for 
Mr. Williams. 

"Come on, Bobby," she said softly. 

"No. You get on top." 

"All right." 

She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back 
on the bed. 
She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into 
her pussy. 
She started to move, move up and down. 

What would Mr. Williams do? I thought. What would my 
boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my 
wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my 
slut, too. 

Well, let her satisfy me! 

Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy 
ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her 
clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open 
and she gasped. 

"Yes," she moaned. 

Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I didn't care 
if I ever came, but she cared if she did. Faster, 
faster. The ring was pulling. She was riding my cock. 

"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Bobby. YES! YES!" 

She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and 
hot on my chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto 
my balls. When she rolled off me, she had an expression 
on her face I hadn't seen in years. I think it was 
satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction. 

From me. From me! 

"Bobby, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long 
it's been since I did that? And, you didn't cum at all, 
did you?" 

"No, I didn't. Now, tell me the rest of your story." 

She whispered, "Bobby. I'm exhausted. Let me go to 
sleep." 

"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend." 

"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me 
masturbate on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It 
was so slick from my juices I could barely hold on to 
it. Horse pulled my clit ring. He must be a hell of a 
fisherman. His touch was perfect, tight when I needed 
it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm building. 
I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked 
the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I 
couldn't stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair." 

"Becky! Were you hurt?" 

"No, but I felt very foolish. Horse detached the spinner 
from my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into 
his bedroom. They put cold packs on my head and let me 
cool down. 

Then one of them said, "Show her why they call you 
Horse." 

Becky shivered remembering it. 

"Bobby, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out 
the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Much bigger than his 
son's cock. Bobby, it was huge. I'd never seen anything 
like it. I was afraid it'd stretch my pussy until it 
never would be the same. 

'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked. 

'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' 
Horse replied." 

She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr. 
Williams' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her 
eyes closed and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard 
across the ass. She awakened with a start. 

"Becky, tell me what happened!" 

"Oh, Bobby. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. 
He hit my cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking 
me an hour later when I passed out. They awakened me. I 
fucked or sucked all of them before the night was over. 
What really hurt was Horse fucking my ass. Oh, God, it 
hurt! Bobby, please. Let me sleep." 

She turned away and closed her eyes. 

I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I 
couldn't. I left her there, too tired to talk from the 
fucking she had received over the weekend from my boss 
and his father. 

I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning 
out the lights, I remembered my instructions from Mr. 
Williams about taking her someplace in the morning. I 
found the note and read it. 

It was the name and address of a hospital. 

I wondered what Mr. Williams' had planned for his slut. 

For my wife. 

It was difficult awakening Becky in the morning, but I 
did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the 
hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came 
out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse 
gave her the preoperative anesthetic. 

"You can leave now," he said to me. 

"What are you going to do to my wife?" 

"Exactly what Mr. Williams told me to do. He'll explain 
it to you." 

I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Williams, as 
he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I 
knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to 
come in. 

Mr. Williams was sitting behind his desk. 

"Good morning, Bob. What can I do for you?" His voice 
sounded strained. 

"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?" 

Mr. Williams let out a small groan and his head went 
back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips 
start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here 
as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave 
one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that 
position. Then he relaxed. 

I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart 
pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could 
remember. 

"Good job, Trudy," he said. "Now, give Bob one." 

He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out 
from under his desk. Her makeup was smeared, her 
lipstick spread all over her face. Her hair was in 
tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her tongue snaked 
out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in her 
eyes. 

"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Bob," Mr. 
Williams said. 

I sat with my pants around my ankles. Trudy wobbled over 
and collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth 
around my cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. 
Nobody but my slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked 
my cock. But I was getting a blow job from my boss' 
secretary as he watched me. She sucked cock a lot better 
than my wife. 

I couldn't hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with 
cum. She swallowed. She stayed between my legs and 
rested, too tired to stand. 

"I'm sure you want to know what I'm having done to my 
slut," Mr. Williams said. "I'll tell you. She's having 
extensive plastic surgery. First, breast implants. She's 
a B-cup, Bob. They'll make her a DD-cup. That's the size 
of Pamela Lee, if you were wondering. She's having 
liposuction which will remove about three to four inches 
off her stomach and waist. The combination of the two 
will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her 
nose. They'll rebuild that the way I want it. 

I decided to have her pierced while she's there. I 
wanted her to be able to feel it, so they'll do the 
piercings separate from her surgery and without 
anesthesia. It'll be painful and she'll remember it. 
It'll make her feel more slutty, Bob. Don't think I'm 
cruel to her. I really like Becky. Sluts like to be 
treated harshly." 

"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?" 

"She'll have a small, round brad in her tongue. The 
brad's raised with bumps on it. It feels great when she 
sucks your cock. They're piercing her navel. I had some 
jewelry made for her." 

He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside 
was a charm like teenage girls wear around their neck 
with their names dangling from a gold chain. Except this 
was not a name. This said "slut." 

"Finally, her pussy. Three gold rings on each side, six 
in total. 
Yes, she'll be well pierced." 

"That sounds like a lot," I said. 

"It is. She'll recuperate for four weeks. During that 
time, you need to take good care of her for me. Make 
sure you do everything the doctor says so she heals 
properly." 

I was insulted! I mean, she may be his slut, but she was 
still my wife. Of course, I'd take good care of her. She 
was my Becky and I loved her. 

"I won't see her until she's healed and ready to be 
used. During that month, I have some things I want you 
to do for me." 

"Certainly, Mr. Williams. Anything you want." 

What did he want? What had I just agreed to do to his 
slut? To my wife? My heart was pounding but, once again, 
I was real hard and my cock poked against my trousers. 

"Trudy. Get the package." 

His secretary stood, bracing herself on my thigh as she 
did. She gave me a sexy smile. In a moment, she returned 
with a box and a folder which she handed to Mr. 
Williams. He extracted a sheet of paper from the folder 
and handed it to me. 

"That's a schedule of her whippings, Bob. She needs to 
be whipped each day, in the evening. It's a matrix with 
the date down the left axis and the place where she is 
to be whipped across the top. The number of strokes is 
determined by reading the matrix. Questions?" 

"Sir, to see if I'm reading this correctly? No whippings 
until she has been out of the hospital for two weeks. 
Then, for example, Tuesday she's to get three strokes 
across the inside of each thigh. On Thursday, one across 
each nipple. Is that right?" 

"Yes, Bob. You'll give her the punishment with this." 

He handed me a riding crop. 

"The stroke should be hard enough so it's visible two 
hours later, but not so hard that it can be seen after 
twelve hours. It'll take you a while to learn how to do 
it. Don't be afraid to hurt her. Better too strong than 
too weak. Just experiment. In addition, Bob, follow 
these instructions." 

He handed me another piece of paper. It was a detailed 
plan. I was stunned when I read it. I could not believe 
this was going to happen to my wife, to my Becky. It 
would be worse than the whipping. I guess he could read 
my face. 

"Don't worry. She'll love it. I'll explain just to make 
sure you understand. Each morning before you go to work, 
attach her wrist restraints to the corner of your bed, 
to spread her arms and keep her from escaping. Her legs 
won't be bound. Use the heavy chain in this box to bind 
her wrists to the headboard. 

"Then, with these small gold chains and clamps, attach 
her nipples to her wrist restraints. That way, every 
movement she makes will pull on her nipples. Lubricate 
the butt plug and stick it up her ass. Insert the 
vibrator and turn it to high. Finally, put the leathers 
around her to hold the vibrator and butt plug in place." 

"And leave her that way all day?" 

"Yes, Bob. She should be left that way for at least 
eight hours. Now, as you can read, the first week she'll 
be hospitalized. The second week, use the smallest 
vibrator. The third week, you'll use the medium 
vibrator. The last week, the biggest one'll be used. 
Understand?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Good. Bob, thanks for helping me train my slut. I 
appreciate it. 
In fact, I have a little bonus for you." 

"What's that, Mr. Williams?" 

"I'll be out of town for a week and I don't want Trudy 
neglected. 
I want you to spend your lunch hours in here with her 
each day." 

I glanced at Trudy. She gave me a big sexy grin. 

"You may fuck her all you want, but I want her to suck 
your cock for at least half an hour. Keeps her in 
training." 

I couldn't believe it. My boss, Mr. Williams, had 
another slut besides my wife and he wanted her to suck 
my cock during lunch hour! He wanted me to help him 
train his sluts! 

Me! Bobby! I was elated by the very thought of helping 
him. 

"And I want you to spend the night with Trudy this week. 
She's available and Becky will be in the hospital. 
There's no need for you to be alone." 

Mr. Williams gave a demanding smile to Trudy. She 
blushed slightly and wiggled like a bitch in heat. 

"I want you to whip Trudy for me, too, Bobby." 

"No," Trudy said, both hands covering her ass. Her lower 
lip was quivering. 

"Yes, Trudy, my little slut. You need a few and Bobby 
needs the practice. Tonight, show Bobby how to hang you 
by your feet. I want you to have ten across the back of 
your thighs tonight." 

"Please, no, Mr. Williams," she whined as a tear ran 
down her cheek. 

"Do it, Bob," he said to me. "Feel free to fuck Trudy 
any time you wish. And you really should fuck her ass 
since I know you can't have Becky that way. Any other 
questions?" 

"No, sir." 

He gave me a big smile and shook my hand. 

"That's all. You may leave." 


Part Five 

I couldn't believe it! My slut wife was in the hospital 
on that Monday. She had surgery to change her body like 
Mr. Williams, my boss, wanted it. After all, she was my 
wife, but she was primarily his slut. 

But what I really could not believe was he gave me his 
other slut, Trudy, his secretary, to use while he was 
out of town for the week. Not only could I use her, but 
I was helping him train her, too. I was very honored Mr. 
Williams was trusting me with such an important job. I 
had never trained a slut before. In fact, I had never 
fucked a woman except Becky. Now, I was going to get 
Trudy, to fuck and to train. 

I was very excited when I got to Trudy's apartment after 
work. I had the riding crop Mr. Williams gave me hidden 
under my coat. I knocked hard on the door. 

Trudy, wearing a bathrobe, had a wild, sexy smile when 
she opened the door. 

"Hi, Bobby. What took you so long? Come on in." 

When I walked in, she kissed me long and hard. The robe 
fell open and she was naked underneath it. 

"I want you, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, 
rubbing her body against me. 

She was a lot more eager than my Becky was for me, but I 
thought something was funny. 

"First, I need to whip you, Trudy." 

"No, please, don't do it." 

"Mr. Williams told me to do it." 

"He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me 
fuck you, Bobby. I will fuck you so hard you will forget 
about the whipping." 

I pushed her away. 

"Trudy, Mr. Williams has entrusted me with his slut's 
punishment and I intend to do it just as he wants, 
whether the slut is Becky or you. Now, he said for you 
to show me how to hang you by your feet." 

"Please, no, Bobby," she said very softly. 

She spread her legs for me to see her shaved pussy. She 
moved against me, rubbing her body on mine. Man, was I 
hard! But, I was going to do what Mr. Williams wanted. 

"I will whip you, Trudy. Do it now or I will tell him 
you tried to get out of your punishment." 

"All right," she answered with great disappointment. 

I certainly hoped Trudy was going to show me what Mr. 
Williams intended for her to show me. I followed her 
into the bedroom. She let the robe drop to the floor. 
She had a very nice body, but I guessed it was not 
nearly as nice as Becky was going to be after her 
surgery. 

Trudy sat on the floor and fastened leather restraints 
to her wrists and ankles. She pulled them very tight. 
She told me what to do. I attached her wrists to her 
ankles. Mr. Williams had installed a pulley system in 
her bedroom for suspending her when he wanted to do it. 
I attached the rope which ran through the pulley to her 
ankles and pulled. Slowly, her legs rose in the air. 
With her arms tied to her ankles, she was bent almost 
double. I kept pulling. 

"You are not nearly as strong as Mr. Williams," she 
said. "He could raise me all the way with one hand." 

Maybe I was not as strong as Mr. Williams, but I was 
strong enough to get the job done. I kept pulling until 
she was off the ground and was swinging in the air. 

I was so hard! I had never been this hard. I found the 
crop. 

"Bobby, you better gag me before you start. I don't want 
the neighbors to call the police." 

I found the gag. It was a ball with a leather strap to 
buckle behind her head. Her eyes were wide and excited 
as I buckled it as tightly as it would go. I thought 
Trudy was looking forward to this. I remembered how much 
Mr. Williams' other slut, Becky, my wife, enjoyed being 
whipped when she was tied over his desk. 

Trudy was swinging in the air, her legs straight, her 
body bent since her wrists were attached to her ankles. 
I could see her face. I could also see her lovely legs 
and her shaved pussy. Her ass hole winked at me. 

Nobody had said otherwise so I decided that whipping a 
woman was best performed when naked. I undressed. Trudy 
was watching me, looking like a chipmunk trying to 
swallow a racquet ball with that gag in her mouth. I 
guess that is what gave me the idea. I had played 
racquet ball a few times. 

In racquet ball, you step into the swing and snap your 
wrist. I lined up behind Trudy. She started whimpering 
through the gag. She was swinging more, trying to get 
away. I pulled the crop back and swung, putting my 
weight behind it and popping my wrist just like in 
racquet ball. 

Wow! The welt just seemed to appear from nowhere right 
where her ass meets her thighs. I could hear her scream 
through the gag. She was moving like crazy, pulling up 
and down on the rope, like a yo-yo. I saw the piss 
flying from her and the sweat break out. Trudy had a 
wild, pained look on her face. 

When I pulled the crop back for the second stroke, she 
jerked and swung violently in the air. I waited for her 
to stop swinging. It took me forty minutes to give her 
all ten because of all her movement. I certainly hoped 
Mr. Williams would approve. I had landed them between 
her knees and the top of her ass, just like he wanted. 
She was so exhausted by the last two, she had quit 
struggling. She just sobbed, as she hung there limply. 

My cock had been so hard the whole time. I thought what 
would Mr. Williams do? I decided he would fuck her in 
the ass as she hung there. So I did. I pushed my cock in 
her pussy a few times to lubricate it. Then, I grabbed 
her hips, and stuck my cock against her ass hole. I 
pulled on her hips. 

What a feeling! Me! Bobby! Fucking a woman's ass for the 
first time. And, not just any woman, but one of my boss' 
sluts who I'd just whipped. Her ass hole was so tight. 
Her legs and ass were so hot against me from the 
whipping. I pulled her back and forth. Her ass quivered 
around my cock. I did not even try to hold back. I just 
let my balls empty themselves in her ass. After I 
recovered and took her down, I lay her on the bed and 
removed the gag. 

"Mr. Williams is going to be very angry with you, 
Bobby," she snapped. 

"Why?" I was appalled. I wanted him to be pleased. 

"You whipped me too hard. These stripes will be here a 
week from now. He said to make them hard enough so they 
would go away in twelve hours. Remember?" 

"I was doing my best. He said to be too hard rather than 
too light." 

"Well, you were way too hard!" 

I was devastated. I certainly hoped the stripes 
disappeared before Mr. Williams got back. I was trying 
so hard to please him. 

Tuesday and Wednesday at lunch Trudy sucked my cock in 
Mr. Williams office. I held off as long as I could to 
give her the best training possible. I looked at her 
stripes each night when I slept with her at her place. I 
did not whip her again, but I did not need to. The 
stripes were very obvious, particularly that first one. 
She told me it still hurt like hell. I could feel the 
welt against me when I fucked her doggy style. 

Wednesday the doctor called. They were going to pierce 
Becky that afternoon and he wanted me to come watch. I 
was so excited. I had missed my wife. 

Becky was laying in the hospital room when I stuck my 
head in the door. She looked tired, which surgery does 
to you. The sheet was pulled back so I could see her. I 
could see the sutures under her breasts where the 
implants had been inserted. Her whole middle was wrapped 
in bandages from the liposuction. And her poor face. She 
looked like she had butted heads with a rhino. Her face 
was black and blue with bandages across her nose. 

"Hello, Bobby," she said sweetly. "I've missed you." 

"I missed you, too." 

I stood by the bed, holding her hand. I was afraid to 
kiss her but she raised her lips to me. It felt so good 
to kiss her again. I was surprised how different it felt 
after kissing Trudy for three days. Becky was a much 
better kisser even with the bandages on her nose. 

"Becky, your breasts are so big." 

She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her 
reconstructed nose. 

"Bobby, these aren't breasts. Breasts are those little 
things I had before. These are TITS! Big tits. Aren't 
they magnificent? I just love them. You know, Bobby, all 
sluts should have big tits like these. Go ahead. You can 
touch them, just be gentle." 

I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and 
tight. 

"Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to 
need a lot of TLC from now on. From the way the doctor 
and male attendants drool over them, I bet these tits 
will get all the loving they need." 

"When will the doctor be here?" 

"Anytime. How have you been?" 

"Fine. I'm helping Mr. Williams train his other slut. 
I've been sleeping with her every night since you 
entered the hospital." 

Tears burst from her eyes. 

"What do you mean? Do you have someone else?" 

"No, Becky. I'm just assisting Mr. Williams." 

"But I don't want you to have sex with someone else," 
she sobbed. 
"I want you to be faithful to me." 

"Becky, you have other people. Many other people." 

She got really angry at me. She sat up in bed. Fire shot 
from her eyes. 

"That's different. I'm a slut. Sluts fuck who their man 
wants them to fuck. Sluts even fuck around if it is all 
right with their man. But you're my husband. You're 
suppose to be faithful. Jesus Christ, Bobby! I can't 
believe you cheated on me!" 

"It wasn't cheating. Mr. Williams told me to do it." 

"Mr. Williams told me," she said mockingly. "Do you do 
everything Mr. Williams says? You wimp! Well, I don't 
give a shit what Mr. Williams says. I'm your wife. If 
you have another woman, I'll leave you! Do you 
understand me?" 

"You do everything Mr. Williams says," I answered 
defensively. 

"That's different. He's a man, not a wimp. I'm his 
woman. His whorish, cock loving, hard fucking, big-
titted slut! I'll always do what he says. But you better 
not touch anyone else! I'm warning you!" 

I was crushed. I couldn't believe Becky was talking to 
me like that. Why she was so upset? I wasn't playing 
around. I was obeying Mr. Williams just like she was. 

I was trying to decide what to say when the doctor and 
two nurses came in the room. The nurses were men and 
strong. They began tying my Becky to the bed. One nurse 
pulled her tongue out and attached a clamp, holding the 
tongue tip out where he could reach it. The clamp had a 
bar which fit against her mouth to keep her from pulling 
her tongue back. 

The doctor leaned over Becky and said, "Normally, we 
spray a little topical anesthetic and penetrate quickly 
to minimize pain. But Mr. Williams wants you to feel 
this. So, no anesthetic and the brad goes in real 
slowly. Here it is." 

He held up the brad for her to see. It was like a 
thumbtack except the top was more rounded and had small 
bumps all over it. He seized the end of her tongue in 
forceps and held it still. He put the pointed end of the 
brad against her tongue and pushed. 

She screamed as blood shot everywhere. I fainted. 

The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on 
my forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my 
head between my legs, so the blood would return to my 
brain. He got me a glass of juice. When I was stable, I 
stood by the bed and looked down at my Becky. 

I couldn't see the piercing in her navel because they 
had replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the 
bed, wrists attached to the corners above her head, legs 
in a frog style with her knees spread and tied. The 
rings in her pussy were clearly visible. 

"Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" 
with the new brad in her tongue. 

She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to 
leave and come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and 
left. But I didn't go back to the hospital until 
Saturday when it was time to take her home. 

Becky was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She 
was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. 
It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called 
them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her 
arms around me. 

"Oh, Bobby. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened 
me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone 
calls? Please, Bobby, I don't want to lose you!" 

"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I 
was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That 
and I spent every available moment having sex with 
Trudy, which I really enjoyed a lot. 

"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Bobby," she murmured in 
my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so 
very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for 
me." 

She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my 
tongue. I was going to like that brad. 

"You're perfect for me, Bobby. Not just any man could 
love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so 
understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. 
Please, Bobby, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm 
forgiven for being nasty to you." 

"Of course, I forgive you. I love you." 

"Oh, Bobby. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me 
home." 

I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her 
own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was 
Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She 
was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her 
breakfast in bed. 

"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes 
locked onto me intently. 

I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but 
she seemed calm. 

"Trudy." 

"Trudy? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I 
am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who 
would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about 
Trudy," she said smugly. 

"You don't need to worry about anyone, Becky. I'll never 
leave you." 

"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. 
If Mr. Williams told you to do it, I'm glad you did. 
But, please, Bobby, don't go chasing women. Come to me. 
I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the 
way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Bobby, and 
you're welcome in my sandbox any time." 

Becky did look like a fucker's playground, with those 
huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look 
more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But 
it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a 
smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked 
now." 

I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked 
anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I 
didn't need to understand. I needed Becky to be happy 
with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself 
and Mr. Williams. I wanted to keep her that way. 

"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off 
limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you 
want. Maybe we can try out this new brad." 

She had a happy smile on her face. Her Becky smile. The 
one I liked so much. 

"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play 
with you." 

When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against 
me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started 
playing with my cock. 

"Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the 
surgery. 
That's something you always enjoyed." 

"I want to hear." 

"Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday 
night I spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why 
they call him Horse. Good lord, that man's well hung! 
Bobby, before dawn I think I had sex with every man in 
that retirement home who could get it up. And a few 
tried and could not do it, but most sure could. 

"It was really fun, you know. Not only did I have a 
variety of cocks shoved up my pussy for hours on end 
which any slut would like, they were a bunch of nice 
guys. Most of those men had never fucked a slut like me. 
And it had been a long time since they had fucked a 
woman my age. There were so grateful and sweet with me."

By morning, I was exhausted. They'd fucked me a long 
time and I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed 
and changed into the clothes Mr. Williams left for me. 
It was just a top and pair of short shorts. When Mr. 
Williams arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I was. 
I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his 
place and let me sleep the rest of the day. 

Oh, Bobby, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my 
hand?" 

"Your mouth." 

"I'll try," she said. 

She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue 
swishing around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could 
feel every bump on it. She stopped. 

"Bobby, my tongue's still sore. Let me use my hand." 

"No. Just play with him while you finish your story." 

"Okay. About six, Mr. Williams awakened me. He led me 
into the shower and turned on the water. I didn't want 
to get my hair wet, but he had other ideas. And, you 
know, a good slut always does what her man wants her to 
do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head under 
the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was 
cold! I was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It 
was strange. Every place his body touched me, he was so 
warm compared to the cold water, it felt like I was 
burning from his touch. 

He turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted 
me up so my legs were around his waist. I just eased 
down, letting that big cock of his slide up me. Bobby, 
it's too bad you are not a woman. You're missing out on 
the greatest feeling in the world, having a big cock 
shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The 
water was flowing all over us. He was banging my back 
against the wall. Fucking me. I started to cum, Bobby. 
It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, more like floating and 
getting electrical shocks which made me twitch and spasm 
on his cock. 

He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his 
cock still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out 
and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his cock in my 
mouth. I sucked him real good. Soon, he came in my 
mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I swished 
it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I 
continued to suck him. 

Do you want to cum?" 

"No. But I want you to play with him a little more." 

"You know, Bobby, you're learning to hold back better. 
I'm going to like that. Let me try sucking him again." 

Becky wrapped her lips around my cock again. It felt so 
good. So good. I decided to cum in her mouth. I held her 
head with both hands as I pumped my cock in her mouth 
and let myself go. I heard her slurping and swallowing 
as her head bobbed on my firing cock. 

"That was nice, Bobby. I like swallowing your cum for a 
change. 
Sluts love cum, you know. Let me tell you more of my 
weekend. 

After our shower, I asked Mr. Williams what I should 
wear. 

'Just this,' he replied. 

He took a heavy steel chain from the drawer. He wrapped 
it twice around my neck, pulled it snug and locked it in 
place with a heavy padlock. The weight felt strange and 
about a foot of chain hung loose down my front so it 
dangled against my breasts. 

'That's so we'll know you are a slut and will do as you 
are told,' he said. 

'Do I wear anything else?' I asked. 

'No,' Mr. Williams said. 'Tonight, some of my club 
members are coming over to play poker. You will service 
us, all of us. You'll do anything anyone wants. I also 
expect you to keep the snacks and the drinks coming. 
Sluts like cum, Becky. From now on, you'll eat all the 
cum you can get. If someone cums in your pussy or ass, 
you'll use your fingers to trap that cum and suck it 
down. Do you understand?' 

'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I answered. 

'Address all the men by their last names. I expect you 
to be a perfect slut with my friends, Becky.' 

'Yes, sir. You can count on me.' 

Well, Bobby, there I was naked except for a chain around 
my neck. I was going to service the whole poker club. I 
felt so slutty. I felt so good!" 

I could tell Becky was excited about her weekend, about 
being a slut for them. She kissed me and I could taste 
my cum in her mouth. I didn't mind. 

"Mr. Simmons was the first to arrive. He is a rancher 
and businessman. Mr. Williams and I were both naked. I 
helped Mr. Simmons undress, hanging his clothes in the 
closet. He gave me a big smile and pushed me to my knees 
right there in the hall. Mr. Williams just grinned. 

I'm a slut. I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed his 
cock and stuck it in my mouth and started sucking. He 
rested his hands on my head, letting me suck him. I'm a 
good cock sucker, Bobby. I'll be the best ever someday 
if I'm not already. Mr. Simmons came in my mouth. 

'Very well done, Becky,' he said. 'I have a present for 
you.' 

Bobby, her handed me two wine bottles. But it wasn't 
wine inside them. It was a white viscous liquid. 

'What is this?' I asked. 

'Cum. Farm animal cum. Horse, bull, ram, all mixed.' 

'Cum?' 

'Yes. You'll drink all of it before the night is over. I 
know how sluts like cum.' 

He was right, Bobby. Sluts like cum. This slut loves 
cum. All evening when I got them drinks, I topped off my 
own glass with the cum Mr. Simmons brought me. My lord, 
Bobby, I have no idea how much cum I swallowed that 
night, but it was a lot. You know, that cum tasted 
differently than a man's cum, but it was still very good 
cum. I know besides all the cum the men gave me, I drank 
both bottles of the animal cum. Well, actually, some of 
it I rubbed all over my face when they told me to do it. 
But I drank almost all of it. 

Do you want me to make you cum again, Bobby? I'll 
swallow all of it, I promise." 

"Just play with it, and finish your story." 

"I really would like some cum." 

"I need to buy you a dog," I said with a laugh. 

"Bobby, that would be sweet. Maybe two dogs. Big dogs 
with big balls that hold a lot of cum." 

Becky laughed, but she was being serious. 

"Bobby, it was a wild night. I helped every man undress 
after he walked in the door. I hung up his clothes. Then 
I blew him. I fixed them drinks and got the snacks. They 
started playing poker. After I got all the drinks, Mr. 
Williams had me kneel on the floor by him for a while. 
But then he ordered me under the table. 

'Now, Becky, suck my cock. When I say switch, you move 
to the man on your right and suck his cock until I say 
switch again. Understand?' 

'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I said as I crawled under the 
table. 

Well, Bobby, the idea was to keep all of them hard but 
not let them cum, to build up their desire. I was under 
that table an hour, I bet, sucking one cock, then the 
next. Is that slutty or what? Just sucking one cock then 
another. I loved it. Of course, I could identify the men 
by their cocks even if I didn't know what seat they were 
in. 

Mr. Williams told me to kneel by him again. Oh, Bobby, 
my pussy was dripping juices from sucking all those 
cocks. I hadn't orgasmed and I wanted a cock in me so 
badly I was about to die. But I didn't say anything. A 
slut does not demand, Bobby. Not a good slut anyway. She 
waits on her man. I didn't have to wait long. 

Bobby, do you like hearing these stories?" 

"Yes." 

"Why? Why do you like hearing about your wife fucking 
and sucking other men?" 

If Becky had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I 
don't know what I would have said. But I'd thought a lot 
about that. A whole lot. I guess seeing Becky and all 
the joy she was having and my week with Trudy is what 
made it clear in my mind. 

"Becky, you're a natural born, true slut. You need to 
fuck and suck a lot. I would rather you be my happy wife 
and a slut for other men, then unhappy like you were 
before. And I want us to have a baby." 

"But, after I'm pregnant, do you expect me to be 
faithful again?" 

"No." 

"That's good, Bobby, because you're correct. I am a 
natural born slut. More importantly, I love being a 
slut. I love sucking cocks under the table, and having 
big tits, and knowing a lot of different cocks are going 
to be rammed up my slimy slue. I loved being commanded 
and being tied up and being whipped. I love it, Bobby. I 
just absolutely love all of it." 

She was smiling down at me when the doorbell rang. She 
jumped up and reached for her robe. 

"Answer in the nude," I said. 

She gave me a slutty grin and pranced out to the door. I 
wondered what was happening, but she returned shortly 
with a glass in her hand. 

"You should have seen the deliveryman's face. He 
couldn't take his eyes off my tits as I signed the 
receipt." 

She held up a bottle of white liquid for me to see. 

"Look, Bobby. Animal cum. Mr. Simmons sent it. Wasn't 
that sweet of him to do? His note said I would get a 
quart every other day. Isn't that great? All that cum 
and just for me." 

She poured some into her glass and took a big gulp of 
the cum. It left a white line above her lip which she 
licked off like a cat licking cream. 

"All for me, unless you want some? Do you, Bobby? Do you 
want to share this cum? I know you like to eat your cum 
from my pussy." 

"I don't want any. I like seeing your orgasm, Becky. I 
don't eat you to get cum." 

"I'm glad to hear that, Bobby. A quart every two days is 
not a lot and I really don't want to share." 

She turned the glass upside down and drained it into her 
mouth. She stuck her finger, sliding it around the edge 
of the glass to glean whatever was left. She sucked her 
finger clean as I watched her. She lay down beside me 
again. 

"Should I go on with my story?" 

"Yes." 

"Mr. Jones said, 'I'm ready to fuck the slut, but I 
think we should tie her up first.' 

'Why? She'll do anything willingly,' Mr. Williams 
responded. He turned to me. 

'Do you need to be bound, Becky?' 

'No, sir. Just tell me what you want.' 

'I want to whip her,' Mr. Jones said. 

Bobby, I know you whipped Trudy. And Mr. Williams told 
me you would be whipping me each day. Actually, I am 
looking forward to it. Being whipped and then fucked is 
so slutty, it makes me horny thinking about it. But, you 
know, I like being tied up, too. Remember when Mr. 
Williams tied me to his desk and whipped me. God, I 
loved it! But I knew Mr. Williams was trying to show his 
friends how eager and obedient I was. I wanted him to be 
proud of his slut. They were all watching me, to see 
what I would do. 

So, I said it. 'You don't need to tie me up. I'll hold 
still for my whipping.' 

Well, Bobby, they stopped playing cards and laid me face 
down across the table. I reached across the grab the 
table edge in my hands. I knew I was going to have to 
hang on no matter what they did to me. Mr. Williams told 
me to spread my legs and hold still. 

'Becky,' he said. 'You can scream and cry, but you 
better not move your hands or feet.' 

I started to answer, but I got the first lick from a 
willow branch right across my ass. God, it hurt. It hurt 
more than the piercings. I screamed at the top of my 
lungs. But I didn't let go of that table. You remember 
seeing the marks when I came home. They gave me ten. Mr. 
Jones, who insisted I be whipped, was the mildest in his 
strokes. 

I was sobbing and my ass was burning. The heat was going 
all through me. I needed to be fucked so badly, Bobby. 
God, I needed it. That whipping made me feel so slutty 
and so horny I thought I would die if I did not get 
fucked. They were all standing around looking at me and 
every cock I could see was rock hard. 

'Come on, you studs,' I said. 'I need to be fucked now!' 

That started it, Bobby. All six of them fucked me every 
way they could until none of them could get it up. 
Bobby, it was my first three at one time. It took a 
little maneuvering, but I did it. And I ate every drop 
of cum I could find, even the cum that oozed out of my 
ass hole. It tasted different than the other cum, I must 
say. They fucked me on the table and on the floor and 
one fucked me while the others held me in mid air. 
Fucking and fucking and fucking. I was just floating 
with orgasm after orgasm. God, I was in heaven! 

Bobby, I'm really horny. I can't fuck, but you are the 
best pussy eater in the world. Would you, please?" 

"I'd like to eat you, Becky. Why don't you turn so you 
face my feet and work on my cock with your mouth?" 

"How about a titty fuck? My tits are not as sore as the 
rest of me. I was wondering, Bobby. Why didn't Mr. 
Williams have my nipples pierced?" 

"He told me that. You're going to be nursing babies and 
Mr. 
Williams said he'll take the milk the baby doesn't 
need." 

"Oh, Bobby. Just think about it! A tiny, precious, baby, 
my baby. No, our baby, Bobby. It'll be ours even though 
another man gets me pregnant. A real man with real 
sperm. Yes. Our baby nursing on these big tits. I bet my 
tits get even bigger when my milk comes in. Wow. I'll 
really be huge. They are DD now, you know. I wonder how 
big they'll get?" 

"Real big. Now, wrap those big tits around my cock, 
slut!" 

"Oh, Bobby. I love it when you talk that way." 

Becky jammed her pussy down over my mouth. I felt her 
suck my cock to get him wet and then slip it between 
those tits of hers. It was strange feeling the rings of 
each side of her pussy against my cheeks. But her pussy 
was a sweet tasting and good smelling as ever. I sucked 
and licked. Becky started bouncing up and down. 

"Come on, pussy eater! Come on! I'm so close!" 

It was so good to hear her scream when she orgasmed. Her 
pussy was jammed down hard over my mouth with my tongue 
stuck up her as far as it would go. I love eating 
Becky's pussy. I felt her relax and rest. Then she 
started moving again, rubbing my cock between those big 
tits of hers. 

When she felt me tighten like I always do before I cum, 
she took my cock in her mouth and sucked. That brad was 
wild on the underside of my cock. I loved cumming in her 
mouth. We both drifted off to sleep with my sweet 
Becky's hot and pierced pussy in my face and my cock in 
her mouth. 


Part Six 

I showered in the morning and made us breakfast. 

"I wonder what I'll do today?" Becky said. 

I smiled. I knew what she was going to do because I knew 
she was going to be tied to the bed all day. She kept 
asking me what I was doing as I fastened the leather 
restraints to her wrists. I snugged them tightly so she 
could not get away. Then, I chained her to the headboard 
corners with the chain, just like Mr. Williams told me 
to do. 

"Bobby, what are you doing?" she asked, concern evident 
in her voice. 

"I thought sluts did not question their man," I replied. 

"You're my husband, not my man." 

"Becky, I know you're Mr. William's slut first, but, 
you're my slut second. Anyway, he told me to do this to 
you. So, keep quiet!" 

I fastened the clamps to her nipples and attached the 
clamp chain to her wrists. 

"Oh, migod," she said. "This'll stimulate me all day." 

"I'm not through." 

I greased the butt plug and the vibrator and inserted 
each in its proper place. She was whispering "no, no" as 
I tied the leathers around her, holding them in place. I 
turned the vibrator to high. She jammed her feet on the 
bed and arched her back. I heard her groan. 

"Have a nice day," I said as I turned out the light and 
left. 

There was a note on my desk when I got to the office. 
Mr. Williams wanted to see me immediately. I went right 
to his office. Trudy had a smug smile on her face as she 
let me in. I had been horribly concerned because when 
Mr. Williams trusted me to whip his other slut, Trudy, I 
had whipped her too hard. He told me to hit her so the 
stripe would disappear in twelve hours. But I gave her 
one that lasted seven days. 

Mr. Williams was sitting behind his desk when I entered. 
When he stood, I saw his cock hanging outside his pants 
and it was hard. I looked at Trudy who was standing 
beside me. 

"I want my cock sucked," Mr. Williams said emphatically. 

I looked at Trudy, but Mr. Williams said, "I want you to 
suck it, Bobby. Come get on your knees!" 

My head was reeling and I felt a little dizzy. Suck my 
boss' cock? Me? Bobby? That is what he just said. He was 
glaring at me as he slowly stroked it, keeping it rock 
hard. 

"Now, Bobby." 

I know I had never thought about sucking his cock, or 
any other cock, for that matter. Often I had eaten my 
own cum out of Becky's pussy, but that was to help her 
orgasm since I gave her so few orgasms with my cock. 
That is why she liked being Mr. Williams slut so much. 
He made her cum like a house afire. I was totally 
unprepared for him ordering me to suck his cock. I don't 
know why I said it, but I did. 

"No, sir." 

"What did you say, you wimp? I'll fire you and take your 
wife away from you forever. She's my slut and she will 
do as I tell her. Do you want that? Do you want to lose 
Becky and your job?" 

Trudy had a superior, smug expression. I was very angry 
with her for I was sure she had whined to Mr. Williams 
and set up this whole scene. But it was Mr. Williams' 
face I studied. He didn't look angry. He looked neutral, 
almost quizzical. 

I know Becky thought I was a wimp, a worthless wimp, 
because I couldn't give her the baby she wanted. I knew 
she liked fucking my boss and his friends more than she 
liked fucking me. Even Trudy said I was not as strong as 
Mr. Williams, implying I was less than a man. 

I knew losing Becky would be the worse thing that even 
happened to me. But, I had only one answer. 

"Mr. Williams, I'll do almost anything you want me to 
do. But, sir, I will not do that!" 

I was nauseous I was so frightened, but something told 
me I had answered correctly. Mr. Williams looked at 
Trudy and smiled. She looked chastised, that smug 
expression wiped from her face. 

"That's the correct answer, Bob. I was testing you. 
Trudy, come get over the desk." 

"Yes, Mr. Williams," Trudy answered in a shy, little 
girl voice. 

I watched as Mr. Williams tied Trudy across his desk 
just like he had tied my wife that first day he had 
whipped her. He raised her skirt. She was not wearing 
hose or panties. I could see the stripe on her ass still 
healing. 

"I knew you wouldn't do it, Bob, but Trudy thought you 
would. I had to make sure. I'm proud of your answer. 
Now, let's talk about whipping sluts. This stripe you 
gave Trudy is almost eight days old and is still very 
visible. That's way too hard." 

"I understand, sir. I'm sorry about that." 

"Don't apologize. I was afraid you'd be too gentle with 
them. A real slut likes to feel the sting. She likes to 
know her man will whip her when she needs it. I want to 
show you how hard to swing. We can practice on Trudy. 
You don't mind, do you Trudy?" 

"Please, Mr. Williams," she pleaded, her voice 
quivering. 

"What did you say, Trudy?" 

"No, sir," she sobbed. 

"Gag her, Bob." 

I gagged Trudy with the same gag that had filled Mr. 
Williams' other slut's mouth, Becky's mouth. I handed 
him the crop. 

"Now, watch." 

Mr. Williams and I practiced whipping Trudy. I must 
admit it takes more skill to whip a slut than I realized 
but after twelve or so, I was doing much better. I knew 
I was because Mr. Williams said so. 

"Bob, you want front or back?" 

"Either's fine with me, sir." 

"Take her mouth then. I'll ream out her pussy." 

So, Mr. Williams and I double fucked his slut secretary 
as she lay tied across his desk. I pulled out and came 
on her face. Honestly, Trudy loved the whole thing. She 
was licking my cum from her lips and smiling at me when 
I stood back to admire her and all my cum on her face. 

"Have a seat, Bob. We need to talk," Mr. Williams said. 

He left Trudy strapped across his desk with cum on her 
face and dripping out of her pussy. She put her head 
down on the desk and sighed happily. Mr. Williams patted 
her head. She raised up and smiled at him before 
snuggling back against the desk again. 

"Bob, Becky's a magnificent slut. Out of the best sluts 
in America, Becky would rank in the top ten. Did she 
tell you about her weekend with my club?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Bob, they all loved her. In fact, we came up with a 
plan and I want to discuss it with you. I want your 
agreement before we implement it." 

"Thank you, Mr. Williams, but she's your slut. Why not 
ask her?" 

"Sluts don't want to be asked. They want to be told. 
Isn't that right, Trudy?" 

"Yes, Mr. Williams," she whispered softly. 

"Since you'll be spending the rest of your life with 
Becky, I want to make sure you agree." 

"What is it?" 

"First, I'm sure Becky told you there were six men 
there. But, that's only part of my club. Total 
membership is twenty-four. In the past, we have had club 
sluts, and most of us also have our own sluts, like 
Trudy here is mine." 

Trudy blushed a little but wiggled her ass invitingly. 

"We want Becky to be our new club slut. She would quit 
teaching. We'd provide a townhouse where she would go 
each morning. She'd service whichever men were on the 
schedule that day. Bob, this is a paying position. We 
pay ten thousand a month, year around, even in those 
months when she's too pregnant to have sex. Of course, 
we would not let her know it's a paying position. The 
money would go to you, for a new house to hold all those 
kids and to invest for the future." 

My mind was reeling! My Becky making that kind of money. 
But she would be a whore! 

"I don't know if I want her to be a whore, Mr. 
Williams." 

"She won't be. Just consider her a professional slut, 
helping you to provide for your future and that of your 
children. All of these men are clean, discreet and very 
careful, Bobby. We don't want to run the hazards of 
fucking around. That's why we prefer having a club slut 
to bringing in call girls or hookers." 

He could tell by my expression my brain was trying to 
digest all this. 

"Bob, did you leave the vibrator and butt plug in her 
like I said?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"And her nipples are chained?" 

"Of course." 

"Bob, you know Becky's always horny as hell. She 
absolutely loves sex." 

"Yes. I know," I replied with a grin. I loved it that 
she loved sex. 

"After three weeks of being stimulated as much as she 
is, no one man will be able to satisfy her. No one. Not 
me and not you. She'll be a big-titted fucking machine. 
By making her the club slut, you insure she's only 
having sex with good men and men who won't try to take 
her away from you. It's to your advantage." 

"I can see that." 

"Probably, with twenty-four of us, she'll have twenty-
four men a week, plus you, of course. That should keep 
her happy." 

"I do want to see my Becky happy." 

"I know you do, Bob. And she knows it, too." 

"Okay, Mr. Williams. I agree." 

"Good. Trudy'll keep her schedule, arranging the dates 
and times when men will arrive at the townhouse. Becky 
will be at the townhouse and fuck and suck whatever man 
is there. By the way, there'll be twenty-five. My father 
was so taken with her he wants to be included. The other 
club members have approved it." 

"She was impressed with your father, too, Mr. Williams." 

He laughed. 

"Every woman is. I wish I had inherited his big cock 
rather than his blonde hair. Now, let's talk about 
Trudy. I want you to enjoy Trudy, Bob. I do have a sexy 
and pretty wife who likes me to fuck her twice a week or 
so. There will be times Trudy might be lonely and I 
don't want that for her. 

Remember when you were a teenager? You would go to your 
father and say 'hey, pop. Can I borrow the car tonight?' 
If he said yes, you took the car for a ride? Well, let 
me be pop. You know Trudy's much more fun to ride than 
dad's old Chevy. Come to me and ask anytime you want 
her. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Trudy?" 

Trudy raised her head. I could see the cum on her face, 
white and dry. She gave me a big smile. 

"Yes. I'd like that," she said. 

"I'd like it, too," I said, grinning back at her. Trudy 
was not my Becky. By that I mean, I didn't love her like 
I loved Becky, but Trudy was fun and sweet. 

"Only one more thing, Bob. The baby." 

"That's very important, Mr. Williams. Becky really wants 
to have children." 

"She'll have five before we are through. As for now, 
she's resting for four weeks. One reason is the surgery. 
The other reason is the timing of her ovulation. The 
weekend we'll take her is the weekend she is ovulating. 
We can almost guarantee she'll get pregnant." 

"How do you know she isn't pregnant now?" 

"When she was in the hospital, the doctor did a D&C, 
where they scrape out the lining of her uterus. No one 
has fucked her since then. There's no baby in there." 

"Oh." 

"This is what I want to do with her. My father, five 
other men and I have formed a little betting pool. We'll 
all take Becky that weekend, planting our seed in her. 
When the baby comes, the one whose seed sprouted will 
win the bet. We're putting five thousand each into the 
bet, Bob, which is a total of thirty-five thousand. The 
father of the baby will get fifteen thousand of that. 
The other twenty will go into a education fund for the 
baby." 

"Wow. I've never heard of anything like that." 

"These guys like to bet almost as much as they like to 
fuck. You have any problems with that?" 
"No, sir. It would be great for the baby's college to be 
paid for." 

"That child will definitely need to go to an outstanding 
university. You'll have a special child, Bob. All of 
these men are very intelligent, successful, healthy, 
well educated, and are handsome with good, athletic 
physiques." 

"Good." 

"There's one thing they don't have in common. They don't 
have your physical characteristics." 

"I don't understand," I said, although I understood 
perfectly what he said. 

"Becky has blue eyes and brown hair. You have light 
brown hair and green eyes. Of the seven, only my father 
and I have the same characteristics. One is a wild, red 
headed Scotsman. The other four all have dark eyes. They 
are a Sicilian, a Hispanic, a black, and an oriental." 

"Then, the baby won't look like us." 

"The odds are two out of seven the first baby will look 
like you. Bob, I could have picked only men who had your 
basic characteristics, but I wanted a diverse group." 

"Why?" 

"It makes the waiting more suspenseful. And, we might 
even make some side bets during that nine month wait. 
But, from your perspective, Becky's a slut. She loves 
being a slut. What could be more slutty that having a 
child that obviously isn't your husband's? Then, for the 
rest of her life, everyone will know she fucked around 
because the baby doesn't look like you." 

"I see what you mean, Mr. Williams." 

"Let me explain further. The way the bet is set up is 
more complicated than just that. The first time there 
will seven of us depositing our seed in Becky. The 
winner drops out and the next baby roulette will have 
only six contestants. Since she'll have five babies, the 
last one will be the product of one of only three men. 
Work out the math. The odds are overwhelming she'll 
deliver a rainbow before she's through." 

Mr. Williams gave me a big, happy grin. Trudy was 
smiling contentedly as she lay bound on the desk. 

"Bob, that's a real slut. Five children, five obviously 
different fathers." 

"She does enjoy being a slut." 

"Yes, she does. And she's a damn fine slut, too. Any 
problems with the plan?" 

"No, sir. It sounds like you have an interesting future 
planned for Becky." 

"And for you. These will be your children as well as 
hers. You'll be living with her and raising those 
children." 

"I love children, Mr. Williams. I just hope they're all 
healthy and happy." 

"Me, too. Anything else?" 

"No, sir." 

"Have a good day. Oh, Bob, not one word of any of this 
to Becky. I want everything that happens to be a 
surprise to her." 

I nodded acquiescence. Mr. Williams was starting to fuck 
Trudy's ass as I quietly closed the door behind me. 

I was surprised how much work I got done that day. It 
was six when I opened the front door at my house. I 
heard Becky groaning in the bedroom. When I saw her, she 
was writhing in sexual need on the bed, the chains 
pulled tight, her nipples distended. The vibrator was 
still humming away. 

"Oh, Bobby. Thank God. I can't cum. Please, Bobby! Let 
me cum." 

As I walked to the bed, I wondered how often she would 
cum after eighteen days of being bound like this. The 
bed was soaked with her sweat and love juice. She was 
out of control. I knew I was not suppose to fuck her 
yet. So, I slipped my finger in her clit ring and 
pulled. She started thrusting back and forth, using the 
tension to stimulate herself. 

She screamed like a banshee when she came. And, she did 
not stop cumming until she passed out. I undid the 
leather and removed her vibrator and butt plug. I 
unfastened the nipple clamp and unbound her wrists. She 
didn't move. I covered her over with a blanket and went 
to make dinner. 

It was more than an hour later when Becky stumbled into 
the kitchen. 
She looked exhausted but happy. 

"Oh, Bobby," she said with a smile. 

She sat on my lap with her legs outside mine. Her huge 
tits rested on my chest as she put her head on my 
shoulder. 

"God, what a day. Bobby, it was wild. I was right on the 
edge of orgasm the whole time. The whole time. My pussy 
was running like a faucet. But I couldn't cum. Can I get 
something to eat?" 

"Sure, Becky." 

I started preparing her a plate. 

"Did you get laid today?" 

"No, but Trudy sucked my cock." 

"Good. I'm too tired for sex." 

She almost fell asleep eating. I carried her into the 
bedroom and she was out for the night. It was much later 
when I realized I hadn't whipped her. I hoped Mr. 
Williams wouldn't be too mad about that. 

The next day, I again left Becky tied and stimulated. 
Again that night, she was too tired to fuck me. On the 
third night after Becky passed out, I went to Trudy's 
house. I was getting horny! 

I did it just like Mr. Williams suggested. When I asked 
to borrow his Chevy, he laughed for ten minutes, then 
told me to go over to Trudy's house. 

When I got there, Trudy answered the door in her 
bathrobe. She dragged me into the bedroom. I saw her 
vibrator on the bedside table. It stayed there because I 
went where it had been. It was very late when I slipped 
back into my own bed, but Becky never seemed to know I 
had been gone. 

Friday had been a breakthrough for Becky. She told me 
she had orgasmed seven or eight times during the day 
from the vibrator. But, Friday night, she told me was 
too tired again. When she said it, she gave me a nasty 
look, her face all crunched up, her eyes small and 
beady. She was still tied to the bed, but I had removed 
the vibrator, chains and plug. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"You've been sneaking out at night, Bobby. You think I 
don't know, but wives know these things. Where were you 
going? You have someone else, don't you?" 

Ice storms aren't as cold as Becky's voice. 

"I went to Trudy's house. You were off limits and 
exhausted. Monday you told me you were glad I had been 
with Trudy because you were too tired. Remember?" 

"Oh. Well. Still. I'm not going to have sex with you, 
Bobby, until you apologize to me and promise to never 
see Trudy again." 

"Mr. Williams said I could have Trudy anytime I wanted 
to." 

"Mr. Williams said! Mr. Williams said! You wimp! Well, 
tell Mr. 
Williams I'm cutting you off! And tell him I'm cutting 
him off, too! I'm the best goddamned slut in the whole 
fucking country and I'm cutting him off! See how he 
likes that!" 

Becky was certainly very angry. I was unsure what to do 
and I wanted to do the right thing for us both. I guess 
she read my mind. 

"Go ahead. Call Mr. Williams, you wimp! Ask your boss 
what to do with your wife since you are too big a wimp 
to know yourself!" 

I did. I explained to Mr. Williams what had happened. He 
let out a big sigh. 

"Where is Becky now, Bob?" 

"Hands still tied to the bed, sir." 

"Good. First, put the restraints on Becky's ankles and 
tie them to the foot of the bed. Tie her very tightly, 
really stretching her out. Then gag her. Call Trudy from 
the phone next to the bed so Becky can hear everything. 
Tell Trudy to come spend the weekend with you and to 
bring clothes and cosmetics. Really, Bob, that'll be a 
great assistance to me. My wife's sister is in town and 
I need to fuck both of them this weekend. I was feeling 
badly about neglecting Trudy." 

"Good idea, Mr. Williams, but what about Becky?" 

"I'm not finished. After you talk to Trudy, get the 
riding crop. 
Remember how hard you hit Trudy that first time?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Carefully explain to Becky she's to be very submissive 
and sweet to you and to me. Explain she's never to 
threaten you or me again. Explain she's a slut, my slut 
and your slut, and that sluts don't open their mouths 
unless some man wants to put a cock in it. That was the 
original deal, Bob. While she's foremost my slut, she's 
your slut, too." 

"I remember that very clearly." 

"I thought you would. Give Becky two swats of the crop, 
each as hard as the swat you gave Trudy." 

"Wow. Where, sir?" 

"On the bottom of her feet. That's very painful. She 
probably won't be able to walk for a few days, maybe 
even a few weeks. Don't help her out, or make it easy on 
her. Make her crawl everywhere. Be sure to tell her you 
want her to crawl. Explain every time she steps out of 
line, she'll receive swats that hard either on the 
bottom of her feet, her nipples, or right on her pussy. 
Be very explicit, Bob." 

"Yes, sir." 

"One other thing. Fuck Trudy in your bed with Becky 
bound and lying right beside you. Tell Trudy to make a 
lot of noise when she cums. Last and certainly not 
least, after you cum in Trudy, have her squat over Becky 
and make Becky eat your cum from Trudy's pussy. Come to 
think of it, as much as Becky loves cum, tell Becky 
that's a reward because you really love her." 

"Mr. Williams, I really..." 

"Got to go, Bob. My sister-in-law just started sucking 
my cock." 
He disconnected. 

Becky's eyes were big and she seemed hardly to breathe 
as she watched me. 

"What did he say?" 

"He left it to me to handle anyway I want to, Becky. You 
told me a good slut shuts up and does what her man says. 
I'm your man, Becky." 

"Oh, bullshit! You're my wimp husband. Mr. Williams is 
my man." 

Methodically, completely, and, I must say, with a great 
deal of personal satisfaction, I did just like Mr. 
Williams said. The two blows of the riding crop across 
the bottom of her feet caused a great deal of noise and 
activity on her part. When I explained to Becky if she 
were unpleasant again, the next time the crop would land 
across her nipples and pussy, I believe she understood I 
was serious. 

Becky wasn't unbound the entire weekend. She wasn't 
always attached to the bed, but she was always in 
bondage. Trudy did the cooking because Becky couldn't 
stand on her feet. Becky crawled everyplace she went. At 
first, she bitched and moaned about crawling and the 
pain in her feet. A solid blow across her ass ended that 
noise. 

Friday night, with Becky bound to the bed, I fucked 
Trudy as we lay next to Becky. Trudy had been coached so 
she screamed her orgasm. She also called my name over 
and over. Does anything sound so sweet? 

"Yes, Bob, you stud," Trudy yelled as I fucked her. 

"He isn't a stud, you brainless bimbo. He's a weak 
little wimp," Becky replied. 

I didn't tell Trudy to call me stud or to yell out my 
name, for that matter. She just did it. I hoped she did 
it because she meant it, but I didn't ask her. I would 
rather not know for sure than know for sure it was an 
act. 

I didn't respond to Becky's reply to Trudy. But I can 
tell you I was sick and tired of her calling me a wimp. 

Saturday morning, Trudy made breakfast. After we ate, I 
bound Becky hand and foot while Trudy and I went to the 
mall. She would have been screaming curses at me, I 
know, if I hadn't gagged her, too. 

When we got back from the mall, Becky was more angry 
then ever. I kept her gagged. I didn't want or need her 
abuse. Without Trudy's help, I wrestled Becky until I 
tied her to the bed. Her legs were spread as wide as I 
could get them and tied above her head to the headboard. 

Then, I whipped the inside of her thighs six times on 
each thigh, leaving a series of beautiful, raised, red 
parallel welts, each of which brought a scream clearly 
audible through the gag. The last two swats went on her 
crotch, one on each side of her pussy. She pissed all 
over herself. 

Trudy made the mistake of saying, "The bitch deserves 
it." She was tied the same way and received three of 
each side, but none across her crotch. I considered not 
even whipping her because she was correct, the bitch did 
deserve it. However, I didn't want her to think she 
could get away with anything. 

I played with and ate and fucked and caressed Trudy all 
weekend. I never touched Becky. Becky sucked down every 
drop of cum I shot, all via Trudy's pussy grinding into 
her mouth. 

It might have been the most important weekend of my 
life. No. It was the most important. 

Trudy went home about six on Sunday night. I unbound 
Becky for the first time. My heart was in my throat. I'd 
been very demanding and very rough on Becky all weekend. 
I'd ignored her, making her watch while I fucked another 
woman. I'd whipped her feet so hard she still couldn't 
stand and whipped the inside of her thighs hard enough 
so the stripes showed after thirty-six hours. 

You could say it was a weekend like none other I ever 
had. You could also say I had a lot more pride in myself 
at that point. 

Becky sat on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under 
her. She watched me intently. But it was the way she 
watched me which was important. She looked shy and 
submissive. She looked sweet. She still looked like a 
slut, but with those tits, seven rings in her crotch and 
a sign hanging from her navel which said "slut," what 
would you expect her to look like? 

"Bobby, do you still love me?" she asked so softly I 
could barely hear her. 

"What do you think?" 

"I think you do. But you've been really rough with me 
this weekend. You whipped me. You had another woman in 
my bed. That's okay. I mean, you are the man of the 
house and if you want to fuck another woman, I 
understand. And I was a bitch. I did deserve the 
whipping. But, Bobby, well, I want some attention, too." 

"Come here, Becky." 

As Becky slipped over beside me, I pulled her hair to 
roll her over on her back. I leaned against her, feeling 
her breasts against me. I put my hand on the inside of 
her thigh, feeling the welt. She gasped and put her 
hands on my wrist to push me away. I grabbed the flesh 
to squeeze harder. 

"Becky, put your hands under your ass, and leave them 
there." 

She blinked rapidly, but hurried to comply. 

"What has gotten into you?" she whispered. 

"I'm not a wimp. I'm a man who loves his wife and wants 
to see her happy. But, every time you put me down, I'm 
going to punish you." 

"Bobby, you're so changed." It was said was admiration. 

"You've changed, too. I like the changes in you. I like 
you being a slut, but you have two men to please as a 
slut, Mr. Williams and me. Never forget me, Becky." 

It seemed an hour as we just looked at each other. A 
million times, I almost let go of her tenderized thigh 
or begged her forgiveness, but I kept saying to myself: 
be tough, Mr. Williams would be tough. You know, I liked 
thinking like Mr. Williams. 

"I like your changes, too, Bobby. I like you being rough 
with me. 
I like you being a man for a change. No!" 

That no was in response to the very hard squeeze I made 
across the welt on her thigh top. I squeezed until tears 
came to her eyes and she sobbed. 

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I didn't mean to put you down," she 
whimpered. 

I moved my hand to stroke up and down the lips of her 
pussy. The rings felt strange and I wondered what Mr. 
Williams had in mind. Becky continued to stare at me, as 
if she were seeing me for the first time. 

"Bobby, how long am I going to share you with Trudy?" 

"Until Mr. Williams and I decide otherwise." 

"Bobby, what if we went back to like we were? I mean, 
after Mr. 
Williams gets me pregnant." 

"No, Becky. You're a slut. You're his slut and my slut. 
Trudy is his slut and my slut. But, most importantly, 
you're my wife." 

She was squirming to get under me. 

"You really don't mind me being a slut?" 

"No. I like it. I'm looking forward to raising our 
children." 

"Bobby, please, would you fuck me?" she murmured. 

I slipped between Becky's legs. It was the first time I 
mounted her since surgery. I could really tell the 
changes, and I liked them. I thought Mr. Williams sure 
knows what he is doing. I didn't even think about 
pleasing Becky, or lasting long enough to make her cum. 
But I did. 

"Bobby. Bobby! Oh, yes! God, yes!" she screamed when she 
orgasmed. 

I was so use to have her calling Mr. Williams name when 
she came, her calling my name surprised me. It was a 
very pleasant surprise. 

"I came from your cock, Bobby. Your cock! It felt so 
good. Bobby, just hold me. Please. Let this big-titted 
slut sleep in your arms tonight." 

Trudy was with Mr. Williams Monday and Tuesday night. 
Tuesday night Becky got on her knees and begged me not 
to keep my relationship with Trudy. She promised she 
would make me the happiest man in the world if it were 
just she and I. I told her I'd think about it. 

Wednesday when I talked to Mr. Williams, he told me to 
keep Trudy. The competition was good for Becky. I was 
doing all right following Mr. Williams orders. I told 
Becky Trudy was my slut, too, and that's the way it 
would stay. We fucked long and hard. 

As Becky healed, and as she spent more days with the 
vibrator, it seemed her orgasms increased exponentially. 
She could orgasm so much more easily now. And she loved 
to orgasm. By the end of the third week, she orgasmed 
every time I had sex with her. They were real, positive, 
strong orgasms. 

Mr. Williams and I had talked. He had changed his mind 
about the whippings every day, but I still whipped her 
twice a week so she would remember what it felt like. 
Never once did I have to whip her for demeaning me. 
That's what pleased me. 

Yes. Me. Bobby. I made my wife cum every time I fucked 
her. 

On Tuesday, Mr. Williams called me into his office. 

"Well, Bob. Friday's the big day. She'll spend the 
weekend with the seven of us." 

"She's so excited. Mr. Williams, she's a bit hurt you 
haven't contacted her." 

"She's a slut. She is suppose to sit by the phone 
wondering if I'll call. She'll see plenty of me this 
weekend. Is she orgasming freely from the vibrator?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Good. I don't want her to have any more orgasms until 
she meets with us. Leave out the equipment tomorrow and 
Friday. But keep her bound all the time, even at night 
so she cannot masturbate. I'll call her tonight to tell 
her what to wear. Do you want Trudy for the weekend?" 

"Yes, sir. I'd like that." 

"So would Trudy. I'll drop her off when I pick up Becky. 
Thanks, Bob. You may go." 

Becky was tired when I got home. 

"Migod, Bobby. I must've orgasmed fifty times today," 
she murmured as I removed the vibrator. 

When I didn't fuck her, she asked why. 

"Mr. Williams said you don't get another orgasm until 
you're with him Friday." 

She gave me a wicked smile. 

"I'll be so horny I'll be a mad woman by then. But he 
has known best, hasn't he?" 

I agreed. Mr. Williams seemed to know best what was 
right for me and my Becky, my wife and his slut. 


Part Seven 

That Friday morning when I went to work, I didn't tie 
Becky to the bed. It was the first time in three weeks 
she'd been unbound when I left. She was wild with 
excitement. Of course, her wildness was partially 
attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight 
hours after averaging fifty or so a day for the two 
weeks before that. And she was wildly anticipating the 
weekend because she knew, just knew, she was going to 
get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad 
woman. 

I was excited, too. Our whole adventure with Mr. 
Williams had started because Becky wanted more sex than 
I could give her and she wanted a baby, which I couldn't 
give her, since I was sterile. 

I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the 
dress shop to pick up her new dress. Mr. Williams had 
told me he would bring Trudy over when he picked up 
Becky so I could have Trudy that weekend. 

I got home early. Becky was in the shower. I was 
standing in the bathroom waiting for her when she turned 
off the water. She saw me and squealed, throwing herself 
into my arms, crushing those big tits against me. 

"Bobby! Bobby! This is the weekend! I'm going to get 
pregnant! Oh, Bobby, I've wanted this so long!" 

She shoved me back against the wall and started trying 
to unbuckle my belt. 

"No, Becky. Mr. Williams said no orgasms until he picks 
you up." 

"Please. I had one in the shower, but I need another 
one. One from a cock up me. Please, Bobby. Oh, God, 
Bobby, do you realize what has happened! Do you? Well?" 

"What?" I answered, confused by her conversation. 

"I orgasm so easily now. And, you, you big stud, you 
hold back so much better. Do you know I orgasm every 
time your fuck me? Did you know that? Every time! Oh, 
God, that's so great. Just think, Bobby. I cum every 
time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!" 

She giggled evilly. 

"Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. 
You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, 
and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't 
you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Bobby." 

"Of course, Becky. I love eating you." 

"Do it now!" 

"No orgasm." 

"Meanie," she said petulantly. 

Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically. 

"Bobby, do you eat Trudy?" 

I had to think for a minute. 

"No. I don't" 

"Honey, you should. If she's going to be your slut, too, 
you should eat her. You know, Bobby, all women love to 
be eaten, to have a man lick their pussy and suck their 
clit. And, I know Mr. Williams will never do that. So, 
you can give her a great pleasure she'll not get from 
anyone else. Because, Bobby, as good as fucking is, 
eating is almost as good, and no one does it better than 
you." 

"I thought you didn't want me to be with Trudy." 

She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut 
shorter and dyed a brassy blonde. It was a style where 
she just dried it and fluffed it. As she vigorously 
massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like animals. 
It was mesmerizing. 

"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. 
"Seriously, honey. I want you to have Trudy." 

She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She 
put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against 
me. 

"Look, Bobby. No one has said anything to me, but I have 
a gut feeling about this. Bobby, what if Mr. Williams 
wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you 
mind?" 

"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I 
didn't mind." 

"I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, 
like, maybe, a dozen or so." 

I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. 
Williams asked me to let him surprise her. 

"I won't mind. I'll still love you." 

"Oh, Bobby. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe 
in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't 
tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I 
need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. 
That's the reason I want you to have Trudy, or, if not 
her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, 
too." 

"It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest." 

"Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of 
times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of 
someone else's. If Trudy's available, well, I want you 
to go for it," she said. 

"Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Williams call? What does 
he have planned?" 

Her eyes lit up like a slot machine. 

"Oh, Bobby. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, 
and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in 
thirty minutes. He's bringing Trudy with him to spend 
the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his 
friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. 
Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my 
dress." 

Without talking and with complete concentration, Becky 
professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore 
more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' 
slut. Mr. Williams wanted her to wear more. She slipped 
red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red 
pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her 
ankle, but did not lock. 

When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I 
thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and 
made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps 
and a strap which ran behind her back. 
It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts 
and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of 
packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts 
perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been 
naked. 

The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body 
and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. 
When she was standing, you could see about a half inch 
of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. 
The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" 
which pointed straight down between her legs, with the 
point of the "v" where hair would have been had she 
hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung 
from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore 
between her breasts and her skirt. 

She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a 
horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good! 

The doorbell rang. She squealed and ran to open the 
door. She jumped into Mr. Williams arms on the front 
porch, threw her legs around him and kissed him with all 
she had. I glanced around for the neighbors. Mr. Gleason 
was watering his flowers again, watching Becky as 
intently as he could. 

"Easy, Becky," Mr. Williams said. She held on like a 
leech as he walked in. Trudy was right behind them. 

"Trudy!" Becky said. Trudy looked startled. 

"Thank you for being with Bobby while I'm with Mr. 
Williams. I really appreciate it," Becky said. She 
sounded sincere. Trudy looked as if she couldn't believe 
it. "Now, take good care of him for me!" 

"Sure, Becky," Trudy replied, still acting as if she 
could not believe Becky. 

"Let's go, Mr. Williams!" 

"Not so fast. Bob, fuck this hot slut and do it doggie 
style." 

Becky spun on her heel, arched her back to thrust her 
breasts out toward me, and grinned. 

"Yeah, Bobby. Fuck this hot slut!" 

Mr. Williams pushed Becky across the table face first 
and lifted up her skirt. She was wiggling her ass and 
murmuring "come on, come on." I unzipped my pants and 
pulled out my cock. Boy, was I hard! Me! Bobby! Hard as 
a rock and getting ready to fuck the best slut in the 
whole country. I jammed it in Becky. 

"Slowly, Bobby. Make her beg for it," Mr. Williams said 
softly in my ear. 

I slowed down making long, smooth strokes, slamming in 
fast, coming out slow. Becky was whining and whimpering. 
On the fifth stroke, I felt her pussy spasm on my cock. 

"Yes, Bobby. Yes! Do me faster! Faster! I'm cumming! Oh, 
God, I'm cumming." 

She was sweating, and spasming on my cock. I was easily 
holding back. By the time I came, Becky had three 
orgasms and was covered in sweat. As I pulled out, Mr. 
Williams reached over and pinched Becky's pussy shut 
with his fingers. In his other hand was a gold clip, 
like the kind women wear in their hair. It had three 
teeth on each side. 

Now I knew why he had three rings put in each side of 
Becky's pussy. The teeth of the comb were designed to 
slip into the rings in her pussy. When he released the 
snap, the spring closed, holding her pussy shut. 

"What are you doing?" Becky asked, sounding confused. 

"Get a mirror, Trudy," Mr. Williams ordered. 

Trudy got the mirror and gave it to him. He held it so 
Becky could look back through her legs and see her 
pussy. 

"Well, look at that," she said. "It seals my pussy." 

Becky was admiring her pussy, as we all were. It did 
look very slutty to see her pierced pussy, which was 
full of my cum, sealed with a golden comb. 

"Okay, Becky. Let's go," Mr. Williams said, playfully 
swatting her ass which was raised in the air. Becky 
giggled as she stood and straightened her clothes. 

"Let me clean up before we leave." 

"No. You looked freshly fucked. That's the way sluts 
should look." 

She smiled like that thought pleased her and grabbed her 
purse. She kissed me on the lips and whispered for me to 
be sure to eat Trudy while she was gone. What surprised 
me was she kissed Trudy on the lips, too, and told her 
to please me. Trudy was stunned, standing with her mouth 
hanging open as she watched them leave. 

Mr. Gleason watched every move of Becky's body as she 
pranced to the limo on Mr. Williams' arm. She wiggled 
even more for him and blew him a kiss. Mr. Gleason was 
going to drown those damn flowers if he kept watering 
them as an excuse to see what Becky was doing. 

Trudy and I had a lovely weekend. We spent Friday night 
in bed together. Saturday, we went to the beach. Trudy 
looked great in her bikini. I really liked Trudy. She 
was sexy, sweet and fun. While she was fucking two men, 
Mr. Williams and me, she didn't act like a true slut, 
like Becky. But my Becky was a world class slut. 

It was interesting comparing the two of them. I was very 
glad I had them both. But if someone said I could only 
have one of them, I would say Becky no matter how many 
other men she fucked. I liked Trudy a lot. But I loved 
Becky. 

I did spend a lot of time that weekend eating Trudy. 
Becky was right. She loved it. She said no man had ever 
eaten her before. I felt sorry for those men. They had 
missed some very sweet tasting pussy. 

Mr. Williams called us from the phone in the limo. We 
were standing on the front porch when it pulled up in 
front at four thirty on that Sunday afternoon. 
Instantly, the door opened and Becky stepped out. Trudy 
gasped and my mouth fell open. 

Becky was naked. I mean naked. Even her stockings and 
shoes were gone. She acted like nothing was wrong as she 
bent over to kiss Mr. Williams goodbye which flashed her 
pussy at us. I could see the comb was in place. Mr. 
Gleason was watering his flowers again. 

"Hi, Mr. Gleason," Becky called out as she waved to him. 
Her walk was exaggerated as she swished down the 
sidewalk to the door. She did not run, but walked as if 
she had all day. Mr. Gleason sat down in the wet 
flowerbed. I could clearly hear his groan. 

On the front porch, Becky gave me a quick kiss and said 
hi. She turned to Trudy. 

"Did you take good care of him?" she asked. 

"Of course," Trudy said, blushing slightly. 

"Thanks, Trudy," Becky said sincerely. She grabbed Trudy 
and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue in Trudy's 
mouth, their bodies grinding together. At first Trudy 
tried to pull away, but Becky held her by the back of 
the neck and kissed her like a man kisses a woman he 
wants to conquer. Becky's other hand was playing with 
Trudy's breast. Trudy's eyes glazed over and closed and 
her arms dropped by her side as her resistance ceased. 
Becky broke the kiss and patted Trudy lovingly on the 
bottom. 

"Mr. Williams is waiting, Trudy. But, you and I'll get 
together real soon." 

Trudy backed away, almost falling off the porch. We 
watched her run to the limo and jump in. The door 
slammed and the limo sped off. I shut the front door 
behind us. Becky looked very happy, but exhausted, as if 
she were running on pure adrenalin. Her short, brassy 
blonde hair was spiked, like a punk rocker. I realized 
it was plastered with cum as was much of the rest of 
her. She was covered in cum. 

"What was kissing Trudy all about?" 

"Bobby, it occurred to me that men like to see women 
having sex with women. Women can have sex continually, 
but you guys have to rest sometimes. So, we girls can 
please each other while you guys are resting. Besides, 
Bobby, let's be honest. How can I really be a slut if I 
do not have sex with other women?" 

"That does make sense," I replied, thinking about how 
much I enjoyed just watching them kiss. I was really 
looking forward to Becky and Trudy really getting it on 
with each other. She leaned against me and kissed me 
long and slowly. 

"I have so much to tell you. I hope it makes you happy, 
Bobby, because, while it's very slutty and really wild, 
it makes me happier then I have ever been since the day 
I married you." 

"Becky, I'm anxious to hear," I replied. 

"Come on. I want a bath." 

Just then, the doorbell rang. I peered out the peephole 
to see Mr. Gleason standing there, looking sanctimonious 
and angry. I told Becky who it was. She just grinned and 
opened the door wide, standing there naked and slutty 
for Mr. Gleason to see. His eyes bugged out and he 
couldn't yank his stare from Becky's naked tits. But his 
mouth still worked. 

"Young woman," he snapped. "You're nothing but a common 
slut! I'm going to call the police and report your 
scandalous behavior. We have laws against people like 
you!" 

Becky grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him 
hard, grinding her mouth and body against him. She took 
his hands and put them on those big tits of hers. I saw 
her hands over his, making him massage her tits. 

"Massage my tits, Mr. Gleason. Come on now. Doesn't that 
feel good to you? Yes, I'm a slut. But there is nothing 
common about me. I'm the best slut in the whole fucking 
country." 

She released his hands and Mr. Gleason kept massaging 
her tits. He looked like he couldn't believe where his 
hands were and had absolutely no control over them. 
Becky slipped her hands to his crotch and massaged his 
cock through his pants. 

"Nice cock, Mr. Gleason," she said sensually. "If you 
come in your pants for me, tomorrow I'll give you a blow 
job. I'll let you play with my tits all you want to 
while you come in my mouth. You'll love doing that, 
won't you? Come on, Mr. Gleason, come in your pants for 
me." 

I could tell by his face he could not hold back. He 
jerked and groaned. 

"Oh, that's a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew 
back and forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning 
for your blow job from the best slut in the country. 
Don't be late." 

She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door. I 
looked through the peephole. Mr. Gleason, stunned and 
frozen, stood facing the closed door. His hands were 
still raised, fingers open as they had been when he 
played with Becky's tits. 

Becky grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the 
bathroom. She stopped by the bed, kissed me again and 
put my hand on her pussy. I could feel the golden comb. 

"Do you know what's in my pussy, Bobby?" 

"No." 

"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be 
the fathers of your children. Your children, Bobby. And 
mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. 
Bobby, you better sit down." 

She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. 
When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, 
break off and float away. 

"Bobby, seven men put their seed in me to get me 
pregnant. They're not all white. Bobby, I don't care. Do 
you?" 

"No. Mr. Williams told me the plan to get you pregnant." 

"And you don't mind? Thank God, Bobby, because I love 
his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that 
don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that 
all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, 
this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd 
object." 

"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy." 

She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She 
had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my 
response. 

"That's not all, Bobby. I'm going to be a whore." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of 
them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Bobby. 
Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I 
like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep 
me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me 
a whore." 

Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, 
leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut 
makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did 
when she was going to cry. 

"Bobby," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want 
to be a whore. I want to be a slut." 

"Becky!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her 
attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional 
slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is 
better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, 
or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the 
street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with 
just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut 
to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for 
being the best slut in the world. You're a professional 
slut." 

"Oh, Bobby, do you really think that is what I am?" 

"Of course." 

"You don't think I'm a whore?" 

"No." 

She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought 
about it, her expression changing from sadness through 
concentration to happiness. 

"Bobby. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a 
whore. Oh, Bobby, think about it. I'm a pro." 

"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they 
make you?" 

Mr. Williams had told me what the offer would be, but he 
told me not to tell Becky about it. I was waiting for 
her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she 
said it. I really was surprised. 

"Bobby, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we 
negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to 
support and put through college. They offered a lousy 
ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended 
up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. 
Williams' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet 
Horse wanted to be included. I really like him." 

"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock 
as well as his sweetness. 

"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred 
dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a 
month each. They can sign up for extra time at two 
hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each 
penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to 
twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the 
townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies 
and things." 

"What do you mean by costumes?" 

"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when 
they want me to act like a schoolgirl, maids uniforms, 
nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes 
and whips. Costumes and stuff." 

"I never thought about that." 

"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what 
else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new 
convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can 
pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Bobby." 

She dug her nails into my arms. 

"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a 
few years. 
We can invest all that money for our future, Bobby, 
yours and mine. 
And the children. The children's future, too." 

Becky leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She 
straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest. 

"Do you want to eat this cum, Bobby, the cum of the 
seven fathers?" 

"No. I told you that." 

"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on." 

She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got 
her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy 
as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran 
into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she 
raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, 
licking her glass and her lips when she was through. 

"This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a 
sudden. Come on. Shower with me." 

I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She 
was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her 
thoroughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now 
squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she 
was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the 
bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard 
weekend. I was dying to hear about it. 

She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered 
pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, 
as we waited for it. 

"God, Bobby. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she 
asked coquettishly. 

"Yes. I love hearing." 

"I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're 
proud your wife is a world class slut." 

"Yes, I'm proud of you." 

"And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't 
lie to me." 

"Yes. I like our life together, too." 

"Me, too, Bobby. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a 
professional slut who's going to have five children and 
my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his 
slut wife. How did I get so lucky?" 

Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and 
giggled. 

"Bobby, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we 
speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. 
Williams picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and 
my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were 
driving in the right direction so I asked where we were 
going. 

'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the 
mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips 
down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Williams 
said. 

Bobby, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking 
about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner 
Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I 
didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but 
I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Williams. It 
was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled 
and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club 
uses. 

You're so hard, Bobby. You really do get turned on 
listening to my adventures, don't you?" 

"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock. 

"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, 
just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting 
out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were 
spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped 
the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, 
Bobby, running down my legs as he led me into the club. 
Seven men were there when you include Mr. Williams. Of 
course, I recognized some of them from before. And, 
Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I 
ground my tits into his chest. He loved it. 

'Now, Becky, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you 
pregnant,' Mr. Williams said to me. 

I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times 
and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. 
Bobby, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer 
the door?" 

Becky was not teasing me. She would have answered the 
door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I 
answered the door and returned with the pizza to the 
kitchen table. Becky grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her 
mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and 
set down with her. 

"Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the 
dangling cheese with her fingers. 

"Go on," I urged. 

"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking 
tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Becky loved 
to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked 
to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I 
realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged 
some beer and wiped her mouth. 

"Bobby, Mr. Williams told me to undress, which was real 
easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men 
undressed as I did. 

'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock 
until it is hard and then thank it for getting you 
pregnant.' 

I did just like Mr. Williams said. Oh, Bobby, seven of 
them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a 
cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, 
thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did 
all seven, just like Mr. Williams said for me to do. 

Mr. Williams does know how to make a girl feel slutty, 
Bobby. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. 
Williams put something around my neck. It was a leather 
bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. 
I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around 
my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no 
idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. 
As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, 
they could do anything they wanted to me. 

They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a 
leather strap running around the bed and they attached 
my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off 
the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were 
doing, they attached leather restraints around my 
ankles. 

Bobby, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get 
to swallow it, I'll never forgive you." 

"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned. 

"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered 
her lips over my cock head. 

Becky is a good cocksucker. No. Becky is a world class 
cock sucker and she loves doing it. Becky expelled a 
great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on 
her chin and sucked her finger clean. 

"Bobby, you know what they did next? They spread my legs 
and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They 
attached them high up so I was really hanging by my 
ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered 
how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no 
intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you 
know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the 
Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a 
valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until 
you want to release the contents. 

'Okay, men. Ready?' Mr. Williams said. 

'Ready!' they all replied. 

Bobby, I couldn't believe it. They starting 
masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in 
front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were 
sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head 
and see them. They were all pounding their puds, 
laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I 
think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking 
me. Well, at least that one time. 

I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up 
my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't 
play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy 
on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the 
funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum 
into the funnel. Do you know why?" 

"Tell me." 

"I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the 
funnel and shot into it. Bobby, they filled that funnel 
with hot, fresh, man cum. 

'Okay, Becky. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. 
We want every sperm to have an equal chance at 
impregnating you,' Mr. Williams said. 

Bobby, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in 
the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. 
Williams pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger 
clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger 
and in my mouth at once. 

Oh, Bobby. Then, one of the men held the lips to my 
pussy open and Mr. Williams eased the funnel into me. I 
could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix. 

'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Williams said and turned 
the valve. 

I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that 
sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to 
get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain 
and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my 
comb again. 

'Becky, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' 
Mr. 
Williams said. 

They shut off the light and left me there. I started to 
cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with 
my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the 
sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for 
the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all 
those sperm in me, Bobby." 

I had to admit that the way Mr. Williams used the funnel 
to put the sperm in Becky would most certainly make the 
bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance 
of getting my Becky pregnant. I wondered which one would 
win. She must have wondered the same thing. 

"You know, Bobby, as I lay there, feeling all that cum 
in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was 
impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision 
what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. 
I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be 
in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six 
different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try 
to determine what the baby would look like. 

Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just 
wanted a healthy, happy baby." 

"Me, too, Becky. Me, too." 

"Oh, I love you, Bobby." 

She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I 
held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the 
moment. 

"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Li came 
in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He 
released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into 
the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. 
The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a 
TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a 
big kitchen and dining room. 

Bobby, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Li gave me a 
tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the 
men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and 
played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of 
them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms. 

Damn, Bobby, you are so hard. I just love that." 

"Keep talking." 

"There were two other women, but they were dressed. He 
told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, 
but not participate in the sex. 

That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking 
then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking 
about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Li told me 
there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was 
reeling. 

As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices 
sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so 
good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Williams and 
Mr. Li helped me stand on the poker table. All the men 
gathered around. They were all staring at me, Bobby. Me! 
At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime 
merchandise, like a champion slut. 

Mr. Williams explained to the other men about getting me 
pregnant and the bet and all. Then, he told everyone 
they could fuck me all they wanted, but they had to use 
condoms so as to not interfere with the bet. And know 
what else? He told them to feed me their cum from the 
condom after they fucked me. 

Mr. Williams turned to me and handed me the funnel. 

'You know what to do,' he said, and I did. 

I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. 
All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the 
funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, 
clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back 
and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt 
hands on me. They laid me on the table and started. 

Oh, Bobby, I feel sorry for you, not because you were 
not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are 
a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a 
while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut 
like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You 
know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm 
transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can 
fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all 
night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel 
sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much 
as women can." 

I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I 
didn't like sex nearly as much as Becky. 

"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I 
did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot 
tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were 
competing to see who could give me the best fucking and 
in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all 
were magnificent." 

Becky gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her 
legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories 
made her horny again. 

"The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. 
Mr. Martinez, who is the Hispanic whose sperm was in me, 
said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it 
was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I 
was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in 
and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the 
facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed 
and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, 
their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in 
my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my 
legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to 
the headboard with a short chain and left me there for 
the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted 
my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as 
they left. 

It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion 
sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, 
Bobby? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I 
could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven 
men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using 
me again in the morning. 

I felt like a true slut. And, Bobby, I knew, I just knew 
I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept 
like a baby all night." 


Part Eight 

Becky, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about 
her weekend. At his club, Mr. Williams, my boss, and six 
other men filled her with their cum after making a bet 
on which one would get her pregnant. More than that, 
nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted. 

Each of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would 
not interfere with the bet. Becky was very appreciative 
that they emptied all the condoms into her willing mouth 
so she could swallow all that man cum. Becky is a world 
class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum. 

Becky gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed 
her story. 

"While I slept, I dreamed. I dreamed I delivered seven 
babies at once except they were not really babies. They 
were about four years old. They were all boys and each 
one looked exactly like his father, meaning none of them 
looked like you or me. The city gave me a big parade. I 
was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our 
seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the 
crowd. Oh, Bobby, what a wonderful dream." 

She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek. I 
knew how much my Becky wanted children, children I could 
not give her since I was sterile. She smiled wanly, 
patted my hand, and continued with her story about her 
weekend. 

"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me. He untied me and 
removed my collar and restraints. I was a little stiff 
from being bound all night. In the bathroom, I removed 
the golden comb and swallowed down the cum that had been 
in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and, 
generally, cleaned up. 

I was starved, Bobby. All that fucking makes a slut 
hungry. Horse just grinned when I asked for something to 
eat and handed me a quart milk bottle. It was full of 
animal cum, courtesy of Mr. Simmons. That was it. They 
gave me nothing else to eat all weekend except four 
quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and 
funnels." 

No wonder Becky had scarfed that pizza and beer as if 
she were starved. I wondered what the food value of cum 
was and if there was any way to find out. 

"Bobby, come to think of it, I was never really hungry 
either, not until I smelled the pizza. Then I was 
famished. Anyway, it was just Horse and me in the club. 
We talked and played gin rummy. I really do like Horse. 
If he were fifty years younger, I would be his mistress, 
his personal slut. Don't worry, Bobby. I'd never leave 
you for him or anyone else. 

My god, Bobby. You're so hard. You're hard all the time. 
I like that, Bobby. Want a quickie?" 

"Later. Tell me more." 

"Bobby, I think it's wonderful you like having a slut 
wife because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, 
I drank the animal cum as Horse and I finished our gin 
rummy game. One of the men came in. He took me in the 
bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or unusual. Just a 
good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard cock. 
That's how the morning went. Men would arrive and fuck 
me. Some wanted to take their time. Others had a golf 
game or something and were in a hurry. Generally, it was 
fairly calm. I like that kind of fucking, too, you 
know." 

She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand. 

"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I? About lunch, the 
other six fathers arrived. They went through the same 
routine as the prior night, tying me to the bed, using a 
funnel to fill me with seed, and then sealing my pussy 
with a golden comb through my pussy rings. In the 
afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever 
asked. About four Mr. Williams told me to take a nap. 

Bobby, how about a quickie? Please." 

I could tell by her voice and her face Becky wanted to 
orgasm. Mr. Williams, once again, had been completely 
correct about his slut, about my wife. Becky was 
addicted to sex and loved being that way. I loved her 
being that way. My sex life had never been better. 

"I'll eat you," I answered. 

She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back. In a 
flash, her pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth. I 
do love eating Becky's pussy. This time I wrapped my 
arms around her thighs to hold her tightly against me. 
That reduced her movement and made it take longer before 
she came. 

Wow! She came over and over, squealing and bucking and 
begging me to do it harder. I love seeing my Becky cum. 

"God, that felt great," she said, as she lay against me, 
those massive tits crushed into me like soft pillows 
between us. I stroked her ass as she rested. Finally, 
she stretched and yawned, rolling over on her back. 

"You have got to hear the rest of my weekend. Mr. 
Williams awakened me about seven, told me to bathe and 
dress. What surprised me was he gave me a pair of 
panties to wear. After all, I had never worn panties 
around him. But, they were silk and sheer. 

'What is going on?' I asked. 

He swatted my ass hard with his hand. 

'Did Bob tell you not to open your mouth unless a man 
wants to shove a cock in it?' 

'Yes, sir. I'm sorry,' I replied. And, I was sorry. I 
wanted to be the best slut ever for him and his friends. 
I wanted to do exactly what they wanted me to do. 

I followed the seven fathers to a van. In about ten 
minutes we arrived at a gentlemen's club, you know, one 
of those places were women dance topless. We all went 
inside. Bobby, there were women, all sorts of women, 
everywhere. One woman was on the runway dancing, wearing 
just a G-string. We sat and watched for a while. When we 
first went in, I was disappointed. Really, since I'd 
fucked all seven of them, I couldn't understand why they 
wanted to watch other women. But, in a while, I found 
out. 

You know, Bobby, we women are something special. Our 
bodies are so sensual, so, just so sexy. I was getting 
turned on watching the other women dance. I'm looking 
forward to having Trudy, Bobby. 

It was amateur night and they were having a dance 
contest. Bobby, I felt sorry for the other women. I 
mean, they were good looking and sexy but, none of them 
stood a chance of winning. Not with me there. Not with 
these tits and these legs. But you know it's more than 
just looks, don't you, Bobby? Well, don't you?" 

"Yes. It's more than just looks." 

Her eyes glowed with excitement and desire. 

"You bet it is! It's what is inside me, my desire, my 
need, my happiness at being a slut. That's what turns 
the men on. They just look at me and they can see it! 
They know I love getting fucked even more than they love 
fucking me. It drives them nuts! 

Mr. Williams talked to me. He told me to think of 
fucking and of being the best. That's what I was already 
thinking of. He also told me not to take off the panties 
because that would be against the law. 

Bobby, you want to fuck?" 

"No. I want to hear about the rest of your evening." 

"Bobby, it's a good thing you let me fuck other men, 
because I love to fuck. I don't think there is a man in 
the world who could keep up with me." 

"I agree. Talk!" 

"Do you understand what I'm saying? There'll always have 
to be a lot of men in my life, Bobby. A lot. I love to 
fuck and suck and swallow cum and feel their hard pricks 
in me." 

"I know, Becky. That's fine with me. A world class slut 
like you should have a lot of men. Now, finish your 
story." 

"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Williams just lifted 
me to the runway. I looked around at the sea of faces. 
They were all staring at me, their eyes glazed. I could 
see their desire for me." 

She laughed in a wanton, evil way. 

"But all men want a slut like me. All of them. Oh, I 
loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces 
looked as they stared at me. Bobby, they were dazed. 
They couldn't take their eyes off me. I loved their 
catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the 
whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in 
the place was at attention because of me. Me. Becky, the 
slut. 

I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I 
could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex 
oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the 
panties on just like Mr. Williams said to do. The men 
watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see 
the rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the 
rings. Honestly, I think a guy in the second row 
orgasmed in his pants from seeing those rings in my 
pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties, 
soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated 
pussy lips, were sexier than if I wore nothing. 

It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck. 
Come on, stud. Fuck me! Please?" 

"Soon. Go ahead." 

She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially. 

"I won, of course. One thousand dollars. The crowd 
collected another thousand for me to dance a second 
time. I would have danced for free, but it was nice to 
be appreciated. I danced slowly, moving my hips and my 
legs, showing off my body. They loved my body, Bobby. 
Oh, I could get to where I really liked dancing like 
that. 

After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place 
was as quiet as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. 
Their mouths hung open, their tongues snaked across dry 
lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared at me as if 
they'd never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me. 
Mr. Williams reached up for me. I slid into his arms, 
wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him long 
and hard as I ground my body into his. 

I didn't plan to say what burst out of me. But I did. 
Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!' 

Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place 
down getting to me. They were wild animals, Bobby, like 
bulls in mating season and I was the heifer they wanted 
to breed. As the bouncers fought off the crowd, the 
seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van. 
After the van screeched away, Mr. Williams gave me a 
hard pinch on my tit. 

'You'll be whipped for that,' he said. 

'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle. 
They all started to laugh, but when we got back to the 
club, they tied me over a poker table and whipped my 
ass. I loved it. I loved it even through my tears. 

Please, Bobby, fuck me. I need it so. Please! Oh, you 
stud, the best slut in the world is begging you to fuck 
her. Begging! Come on, Bobby. Fuck me!" 

I fucked her. I fucked her hard. What I really liked was 
that she started cumming almost as soon as I entered 
her. She came and came, multiple orgasms. When I felt 
like I might shoot, I pulled out and ate her, holding 
her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her 
begging for me to continue. I ate her until she was 
exhausted and my jaw was sore. Then, I put my cock in 
her again and fucked her until I came. Her multiple 
orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the walls 
of her pussy. 

When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft 
and relaxed, her eyes sex crazed and unfocused. 

"Feed me your cum. Take it from my pussy and let me lick 
it from your fingers. I love your cum, Bobby." 

I fed her my cum, just like she asked. She slurped and 
sucked, the noise adding to the joy of seeing my Becky 
greedily eat my cum, the cum I had left in her. Her eyes 
closed as she drifted to sleep. I lay by her and stroked 
her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut that was 
my wife. 

Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut. She was 
the slut of my boss, his father and twenty-three of his 
friends. But she was my slut, too, and she was my wife. 

After about half an hour, Becky yawned and stretched. 
She pulled my head down to kiss her and I tasted her and 
our juices together. 

"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?" 

"Yes, I have." 

She gave me a slutty grin. 

"Well, I'm horny as hell and I want to be fucked again." 

"It's good for a slut to be horny. Makes you all the 
more ready when a man wants you." 

"Bobby, you sound just like Mr. Williams. In fact, 
you're a lot more like Mr. Williams. That's good. I like 
your boss. I like being his slut. He sure knows how to 
treat a slut like me. I like you being more like Mr. 
Williams, Bobby." 

She yawned and got off the bed. When she returned from 
the bathroom, she lay down by me again. She slipped up 
against me and gave me a soft kiss. Then, she continued 
her story. 

"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over 
the table, I begged them to fuck me. They just laughed 
and walked away. My god, I was horny! I wanted it so 
badly. But they ignored me. That made me feel so slutty. 
There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied down, 
begging them, anyone, to fuck me. 

I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time 
passed, but it didn't. It seemed a year to me as I lay 
there begging to be fucked. Finally, they untied me and 
did what I had been begging for. They fucked me really 
well. Thank God, there was a lot of them because being 
tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this 
slut horny. Super horny! 

That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me 
using a funnel. It was the fourth time. Again, they 
sealed my pussy with the golden comb, tied me to the 
bed, and left me there for the night. 

Sunday morning was like Saturday. I read the newspaper, 
sitting naked in their club, quietly drinking my animal 
cum for breakfast. When a man arrived, I did anything he 
wanted. Then, Mr. Williams told me to clean the place 
up. I did. I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, 
everything. The seven fathers filled me again. They put 
the comb in place and brought me home." 

A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in 
her eyes. 

"What haven't you told me?" I said. 

"Do you know what a chastity belt is?" 

"I've heard of them. I didn't know they really exist." 

"They do. Believe me." 

She wanted me to ask about it. She wanted me to ask so 
much she was squirming. Finally, I asked. She grinned 
evilly again. 

"Bobby, as I was tied down over the table, after I had 
been whipped and left there, after I had begged long and 
hard to be fucked, I got mad. I know I'm a slut, but a 
slut has feelings, too. And this slut needed to feel a 
cock in her. 

'I'll find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps 
cannot keep me happy!' I screamed at them. 

No one said anything as they arose and started toward 
the table. I was afraid they really were going to whip 
me hard, but they released me. Mr. Martinez had this 
steel contraption in his hands. They held me motionless 
as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked 
away. 

I started to examine it. I freaked out when I discovered 
nothing could touch me between my legs. Certainly no 
cock was going to get in me. I couldn't even masturbate. 
I ran to Mr. Williams who ignored me even though I was 
kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me. 
Finally, he looked down at me. 

'Becky, you're my slut. You belong to your husband and 
to me. If I believe you are screwing someone other than 
me, Bobby, my father, or the other twenty-three club 
members, I'll lock you in that chastity belt as 
punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you 
understand what that means?' 

'Yes. Please, Mr. Williams. I'll be good! I'll be 
faithful to the twenty-six men you named! Never do that 
to me!' I sobbed. 

He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it 
off me. It felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely 
wonderfully alive, to be able to touch my own pussy 
again. Believe me, Bobby. I'll never fuck anyone unless 
Mr. Williams says I can. I couldn't stand to not orgasm, 
not even for a day." 

She giggled again and stroked between her legs. 

"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours 
without orgasming, Bobby." 

A chastity belt. Wow! That would be the perfect 
punishment for my Becky. No orgasm! Ideal punishment for 
a slut like her. She'd go insane in less than a week if 
she couldn't orgasm. I had to hand it to Mr. Williams. 
He really knew how to handle a slut like Becky. 

I realized how good it was for me to have someone like 
Mr. Williams to teach me how to handle a slut like 
Becky. She had changed since she became my boss' slut. I 
loved those changes. I was very happy. But I realized it 
took a special man to love, live with, and manage a 
slut. I was glad Mr. Williams was showing me how to do 
it. 

"Bobby, let's get something to eat. I'm hungry again," 
she said softly. 

After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to 
me, her head on my arm, a giant tit in my hand. We fell 
asleep that way. 

The next day, I didn't go to work. Mr. Williams had 
agreed I could have a day or two off to help Becky get 
her townhouse rented and established. We drove in her 
new convertible. 

On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a 
professional slut, leaving the house at seven in the 
morning since her first fuck was at seven thirty. The 
first week or so, we were adjusting to the new routine. 
She'd come home from work tired and hungry but 
reasonably well satisfied. Sometimes she had only one 
man in the morning and another in the afternoon. 
Sometimes she had five or six. 

But she was Becky, the slut. She still wanted to fuck me 
each night. She always came like a women sexually 
possessed. 

Friday, Mr. Williams called me into his office. We 
actually talked about the company for a few minutes 
before he changed the subject. 

"Trudy told me Becky came on to her?" my boss said. 

"Yes, sir," I answered honestly. "Becky said a slut 
should have sex with women." 

"Becky's right. A slut should have sex with women as 
well as with men. She should have sex with anything - 
animal, mineral or vegetable - which will fit up her 
love tunnel. Trudy's a little put off by it, though. I 
want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they 
make love." 

"Yes, Mr. Williams." 

"I'm taking Becky Friday night. My Dad has her Saturday 
morning. 
One of the club members is having a poker party Saturday 
night. There will be six guys there for her. Do you want 
Trudy for the weekend?" 

"Yes, sir. Please." 

"She'll be there at eight. That is all, Bob." 

Trudy and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I 
was enjoying Trudy. She was a wonderful women. But, to 
be honest, Trudy was never going to a real slut, not a 
world class slut like my Becky. Trudy was perfectly 
happy fucking just Mr. Williams and me. Becky could 
never be happy with just two men. I knew that. We all 
knew that. 

Trudy and I talked about her having sex with Becky, too. 
I told Trudy Mr. Williams wanted her to have sex with 
Becky and so did I. She was very apprehensive. Becky got 
home about four Sunday morning, awakening us with her 
arrival. 

Becky was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned 
and stared at Trudy, her eyes boring into my boss' 
secretary. 

"I'm looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with 
Trudy," she said, desire dripping from her voice and, if 
I knew my Becky, probably from her pussy, too. 

I couldn't see Becky's pussy though, to really tell if 
it was dripping. She had on a leather skirt which 
started right above her pubis, a leather halter top, and 
the "slut" charm dangling from her navel. She wore thigh 
high stockings, as always. The skirt was long enough to 
cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an 
emerald green color. She really did look wonderful, 
wonderfully slutty, which is what she was. 

"I don't want to have sex with you, Becky. I'm not a 
slut like you are," Trudy said shyly. 

"Oh, Trudy, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay. Not 
every woman can be a world class slut like me. Not 
everyone is a professional golfer but a lot of people 
still like to hit the ball around. You can still have 
fun and not be a pro like me," Becky said reassuringly 
as she held Trudy's hands. 

Becky put her arm around Trudy's shoulder to guide her 
back into the bedroom. Trudy was naked, having just 
gotten out of bed when Becky came home. I thought it was 
very sweet of Becky to be so kind and gentle to Trudy. 
Then I realized it was Becky's first time with another 
woman, too. 

But this was Becky's idea. Trudy watched as Becky 
undressed which took a second. Besides not wearing much, 
Becky was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing 
quickly. I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the 
bed to watch. 

"You and Mr. Williams really want this, Bobby?" Trudy 
asked, looking at me. 

"Yes, we do," I replied. 

She nodded. Becky lay down beside her. Trudy gasped when 
Becky put her hand on Trudy's stomach. 

"What do we do?" Trudy asked plaintively. 

Surprise shot across Becky's face. 

"Well, I've never done this either, so I really don't 
know. I bet we figure it out as we go along," she said 
lovingly. 

They went very slowly. Becky initiated most everything 
at first. Trudy lay there, legs slightly spread, hands 
by her side, as Becky began to play with her. Becky 
would ask softly, "Do you like that?" or "how does this 
feel?" I watched Becky. She knew a woman's body, she 
loved sex, and she was being slow and gentle. 

Once Trudy shoved Becky's hands away. Becky slapped 
Trudy hard across the inside of her thigh and told her 
to never resist. Trudy sobbed and her resistance ceased. 
I realized Becky was a woman who happily knew what she 
wanted and was going to get it. She was very gentle but 
firm with Trudy. I learned some things about how to make 
love to a woman by watching my boss' slut, my wife, make 
love to my boss' secretary, my slut. 

Trudy started to respond as Becky kissed, nibbled, 
caressed and touched her. They were beautiful together. 
Two lovely women pleasuring each other. Then, Becky 
slipped down between Trudy's legs and started eating her 
pussy, licking her clit. Trudy went nuts, screaming as 
she orgasmed again and again. 

I knew everything was all right when Trudy recovered 
from her orgasms. 

"My turn to eat you," she told Becky, rolling Becky on 
her back. Judging from Becky's response, Trudy was very 
good at eating another woman. Of course, with Becky it 
is hard to tell. She orgasms so wildly at everything. 
They went to sleep in each other's arms. I turned out 
the light and crawled in with them, snuggling up to 
Becky's back. 

Becky whispered sleepily, "This slut sure love you, 
Bobby." 

Trudy whispered, "So do I." 

I called Mr. William Sunday morning. His wife answered. 
She had a lovely, feminine voice that made me wonder was 
she was like. She called him to the phone. 

"Hello, Mr. Williams." 

"Bob, how can I help you?" 

"Your two sluts loved making love to each other. I'm 
calling to invite you to a Sunday brunch. We can watch 
the two of them and then fuck them." 

"Sounds delightful. My wife is playing tennis at eleven. 
I'll be there shortly after she leaves." 

When Mr. Williams arrived, the two of them greeted him 
at the door stark naked. We decided to fuck them first, 
so we could rest as we watched them. That was Mr. 
William's idea. It was the first time I had fucked my 
wife while Mr. Williams was there except that once in 
his office when he whipped her before we both fucked 
her. I fucked Becky while he fucked Trudy. We did it 
that way because the girls flipped a coin and Becky 
lost. 

The two of them gave a delightful show for us. First 
they sixty-nined to suck up all the cum Mr. Williams and 
I left in them. Then, they used the two headed dildo 
Becky had bought. Mr. Williams and I were ready. This 
time I took Trudy. After the girls licked each other 
clean again, Mr. Williams took Trudy home. 

I looked at my Becky lying on the bed, legs splayed, cum 
and pussy 
juice and sweat and saliva covering her. Her big tits 
were moving 
gently up and down as she breathed. The rings in her 
pussy and navel 

glittered and shone. 

She was a beautiful, desirable woman. She was a true 
slut, my boss' slut. Most importantly, she was my wife. 


Part Nine (Conclusion) 

Over the next three weeks, our lives were pretty much 
like any typical American family. I went to work each 
week day at the office where Mr. Williams was my boss. 
Becky went to her job in her townhouse as a professional 
slut where she'd fuck between two and six of the club 
members each day. Usually, Trudy had dinner with us. 
After dinner, the three of us visited and had sex. After 
Trudy went home, Becky and I cuddled in bed, falling 
asleep in each other's arms. 

I never imagined my sex life would be this good. I 
couldn't even believe that Becky was so hot because 
before she became my boss' slut, our sex life was 
mediocre. Not only did I have a world class slut, my 
wife, in my bed each night, I had Trudy, too. Trudy was 
sweet, as sweet as my darling Becky. She was more shy 
and not as good in bed but, she was still damn good. 

Trudy really surprised me in the way she opened up with 
Becky. The two of them enjoyed making love, as they 
called it. I enjoyed watching them, seeing their bodies, 
smelling them. I knew Trudy wanted no more than the 
three of us though. She made that very clear. For her, 
Mr. Williams, Becky and I were the limit. That was fine, 
too. Not everyone is a world class slut like my Becky. 

One night Becky was in the bathroom after dinner. Trudy 
and I were in the kitchen cleaning up when we heard an 
ear piercing shriek. Becky came running into the kitchen 
wild eyed. 

"Blue! Look! Blue!" 

She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. Trudy and I 
ran to her, still unaware of the cause of her anguish. 

"My home pregnancy test is blue! I'm pregnant! Pregnant, 
Bobby. Oh, god, I have waited so long." 

The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at 
Becky's pregnancy more than we could stand. 

The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Becky 
was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her 
womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men 
who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what 
race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Becky was 
pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Trudy. 

After Becky told my boss, Mr. Williams, of her joy, he 
scheduled a big party for that next Saturday afternoon 
at his club to celebrate Becky's pregnancy. 

Trudy and I went to the mall when Becky left in Mr. 
Williams limo. Becky was so happy she pranced down the 
sidewalk and flashed her shaved pussy and pierced pussy 
at Mr. Gleason before jumping in the car. Poor Mr. 
Gleason. Becky did tease him terribly, allowing him only 
an infrequent blow job to quench the flames she built in 
him. I just realized that was unfair to Becky. She 
wasn't a tease. She was so sexual and slutty that every 
man who saw her wanted her. That made me proud. Everyone 
wanted my wife but only Mr. Williams, the men who chose 
to give her to, and I had her. 

Becky was happy not only because she was pregnant. She 
was happy because her pregnancy meant she could fuck all 
twenty-five of the club members without them wearing 
condoms. She was very excited about that. 

"And without condoms. I'm pregnant so they can all 
splash their cum in me. Oh, Bobby, I do love cum in me," 
she giggled as she was dressing. 

About two months later, Trudy moved in with us. She was 
a great help to Becky during her pregnancy. Both Becky 
and I enjoyed sex with Trudy. The three of us slept in 
the big king-sized bed in our bedroom. She was a real 
member of our family. 

For the duration of Becky's pregnancy, our lives were 
normal. Until she started her ninth month, Becky went to 
work every day just like Trudy and I did. 

Becky delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The 
timing showed the funnel and comb had done the trick. 
When I visited the hospital about three days after the 
baby was born, Becky was sitting up in bed nursing the 
baby. We had not named him yet. Her tits were even 
bigger than they had been and full of rich, thick milk 
which Mr. Williams, Trudy and I had already sampled. 
Becky had enough milk for us all. Becky was smiling up 
at me, happiness and sweetness radiating from her. I 
preferred she watch the baby. I would have hated it if 
that massive tit crushed him. 

"Bobby, I've decided on a name for him. I call going to 
name him Robert Edward Jones, Jr., after you." 

While I was honored my wife wanted another man's baby to 
have my name, I had other plans. 

"No, Becky. We're going to name him and the others after 
their fathers, whoever they may be." 

"Oh, Bobby. Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

"I like that, Bobby. It's so slutty. We'll always think 
of the father when we call our child's name. But I want 
to name him now and we don't know his father yet." 

"Yes, we do. The DNA tests came back today." 

She jerked, which squeezed a breast, I mean tit, which 
forced a surge of milk down the baby, which made him 
choke. She patted his back lovingly and returned him to 
his meal. 

"Who is it?" she asked excitedly. 

"His father is Charles Williams." 

"Horse? Horse! Oh, Bobby, how wonderful. I was praying 
Horse would father the first one. Can we call the baby 
Charlie?" 

"No, Becky. Let's call him Colt." 

"Oh, Bobby. That's perfect. Colt. Little Colt, sired by 
Horse. 
Darling, little, baby, Colt." 

She lovingly stroked the man-child heartily nursing as 
her massive teat, her face with the radiance of a 
mother, the happy mother she was. She looked up at me. A 
sexy smile crossed her face. 

"If he's hung like his father, we'll have to call him 
Stallion when he's grown." 

I knew my Becky loved Charles Williams' big cock. I knew 
of the twenty-five men fucking her (twenty-six if you 
include me), Horse's cock was the biggest. That's why he 
was called Horse. Becky and Horse had a very special 
relationship that extended beyond sex. I think they 
loved each other. 

Becky glanced up with a devilish expression in her eye. 

"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will 
have to introduce him to sex." 

I gasped. "Are you joking?" 

"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, 
don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. 
Bobby, none of them could have a better teacher than I 
am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to 
teach sex ed?" 

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little 
glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but 
something about the way she said it made me think she 
was serious. I had years to think about that. 

Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. 
His son and my boss, Mr. Williams, seemed very happy, 
too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, 
or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about 
Becky bringing his brother into the world rather than 
his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it. 

The next year, and the one after it, produced the same 
cycle. Becky would be fertilized by the men making the 
bet, six the second year, five the third, since the 
winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the 
process. Becky would get pregnant. We all continued our 
work routines. 

The second child was Jade Li Jones, named by Mr. Li, who 
won the bet that year, after his grandmother, the clan 
matriarch who emigrated from China two generations ago. 

The third was Anna Maria Martinez Jones, named for two 
lovely Hispanic ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. 
Martinez, the child's father. After the winner was 
announced, Mr. Martinez arrived at the hospital with his 
wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes 
to bless and welcome the new arrival. 

No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and 
wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine 
son as Colt. 

Colt had been born in June, Jade in late April, and, 
Maria in February, of three consecutive years. Becky was 
dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she 
was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her 
profession tired her. Trudy quit working for Mr. 
Williams two months before Maria was born. 

She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Becky 
to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. 
I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening 
years. My status and income were significantly higher. 
So was my work load. 

It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Becky was eight 
months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy 
occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives 
significantly. 

I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Becky. 
She sounded hysterical. 

"Bobby! Bobby! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Bobby. 
Horse has had a heart attack!" 

I broke the news to Mr. Williams, my boss, and Horse's 
son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Becky was in 
the CCU waiting room. Becky looked terrible and forlorn. 
Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, 
was running down her face. Her hair was a fright. 

She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a 
nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one 
child or another for almost four years. It was her 
intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was 
still nursing Jade and Maria. Truthfully, she still took 
Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in 
her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE. 

She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and 
firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had 
soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through 
cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, 
which was askew. 

"Oh, Bobby," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her 
arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat 
just as Mr. Williams came in. She was sobbing but trying 
to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help 
the tears. We all were distraught. 

A young doctor walked out of the unit toward us. 

"Are you the family of Charles Williams?" 

"Yes. I'm his son," my boss replied. 

The doctor had not looked at any of us except Becky. He 
could not pull his eyes away from those tits of hers. In 
fact, every man in the waiting room and a good part of 
the floor staff has taken up positions to stare at 
Becky. 

She was oblivious to them which told me how distraught 
she really was. My Becky, being a true slut, loved to 
have men stare at her. If she realized they were 
looking, she would be showing off herself to them. 

"Was anyone with him when the heart attack occurred?" 
the doctor asked. 

Becky nodded as she wiped her tear stained face with a 
cloth. 

"What was he doing?" 

"We were fucking," Becky sobbed in a loud voice. 

The waiting room got extremely quiet. I could see men 
staring at us, mouths open and eyes wide. 
"You were having sex? I find that hard to believe. Mr. 
Williams is eighty-four," the doctor said. 

Becky jumped up, her little fists clenched, arms rigid 
by her side. 
She screamed in the doctor's face. 

"That eighty-four-year-old man is the father of my 
three-year-old son. He has a cock like a baseball bat. I 
mean size and hardness. And, he has the heart of a 
gentle lion. Don't you demean him in my presence!" 

Becky collapsed to the seat again, sobbing audibly. A 
murmur of voices floated over the waiting room, probably 
discussions of Becky's revelation. The doctor was 
shaken. 

"I'm sorry, Miss..." the doctor sputtered. 

"Mrs. Jones. Becky Jones. I'm Bob Jones, her husband," I 
interrupted. 

The doctor looked stunned. The murmurs started again. 

"Mrs. Jones. I meant nothing derogatory. Can you tell 
me, did he give any indication of the attack? Did he say 
anything that might help us?" 

"Oh, oh. Poor Horse. He said real loudly 'Oh, God. I'm 
coming.' I though he was having an orgasm. I didn't know 
he meant he was going to Heaven." 

Becky broke down again, sobbing pitifully. Everyone who 
had heard her was motionless and speechless. 

"How is my father?" Mr. Williams intervened. 

"Touch and go," the doctor replied. "I'll keep you 
informed." 

The doctor turned to leave, stopped and turned back, 
staring at Becky again. Mr. Williams went to his side. 

"If he was having sex with her, I'm surprised your 
father has lived this long. She looks like she's woman 
enough to kill any man." 

My boss replied, "I feel that way every time I fuck 
her." 

The doctor's mouth flew open as he stared at my boss. He 
shivered. I could see his pants were tented. He was 
mumbling to himself as he disappeared back into CCU. 

Over the next thirty minutes, other people arrived. 
Trudy came. It took her some time to find a baby sitter. 
Christina Williams. Mr. Williams wife, and Mrs. Simpson, 
Mr. Williams sister, arrived together. Christina was a 
tall, elegant, classy looking women. She was very 
beautiful and well shaped. I wondered how she was in 
bed. If Christina knew about Becky or Trudy, it didn't 
show. She evidenced no hostility at all to my wife and 
my girlfriend, both of whom were her husband's sluts. 

Then, the young doctor came out. He looked tired and 
drawn. Walking directly to Becky, he said, "Mrs. Jones, 
Mr. Williams is asking for you." He led Becky into the 
CCU. The rest of us followed. 

Horse lay dying, tubes and electrical contacts attached 
to every part of his body. His eyes were closed. Mr. 
Williams pushed through the crowd to stand by his 
father's head. His sister was right with him. Becky 
stood where Horse could see her. 

Horse's eyes fluttered and he looked at us. Mr. Williams 
leaned his ear to his father's mouth as the old man 
tried to speak. As Mr. Williams turned to speak to 
Becky, he stood back and moved his sister out of the 
way. 

"Take off your blouse, Becky. He wants to see your 
tits." 

Becky's tears started flowing again as she quickly undid 
the two buttons of her blouse which were attached. She 
ripped off the blouse and dropped it to the floor. A 
male nurse groaned. A female nurse whimpered. 

Becky took Horse's hand and held it to her milk filled 
breast, both her hands over his. 

"Please don't die. I love you. I love you, Horse. Don't 
leave me," she sobbed. 

Horse's hand squeezed and milk shot everywhere, rich and 
thick and full of life. The milk was still flowing down 
his fist clenched on her breast when the heart monitor 
alarm sounded. 

Doctors and nurses rushed to assist Horse. Becky fell to 
the floor and shrieked. 

"Help me, Bobby. My baby's coming," she screamed. 

One spirit departs. Another spirit arrives. 

Fortunately, we were in a hospital. The baby was a month 
premature and came very quickly. The CCU room doctors 
decided to deliver there. Horse, dead now, was on the 
other side of a room separator. I was by Becky's side as 
the baby entered this world. The doctor and nurses 
assisting looked shocked and fearful, as if expecting a 
confrontation. They held the baby up so I could see. 

I held my wife's hand as I looked down at her face. We 
had already decided on the children's names depending on 
who the father was. 

"A very healthy, hearty Leroy Percival Jones has entered 
the world," I said. 

"Leroy Percival? Oh, Bobby. I got my black baby. I got 
my rainbow." 

Her eyes closed. The doctor gave her medication and she 
rested. 

I should say the father's name was Leroy Percival Jones. 
We didn't think we should use his last name, as we had 
with the other fathers, because that would make our baby 
Leroy Percival Jones Jones. One Jones was enough for any 
baby. 

The time following was very difficult for my Becky. She 
was physically exhausted. She was severely depressed. As 
happy as she was with her children and with Trudy and 
me, the loss of Horse weighed heavily on her. I think a 
large part of it was the way he died, having sex with 
her. 

The doctor had not given her anti-depression medication 
because she was nursing. She sat and looked out the 
window most of the day. She refused sex and affection. 
She ate only because Trudy and I insisted it was 
necessary to have healthy milk for the babies. 

Trudy was a Godsend, caring for Becky and the four 
babies with tenderness and joy. She was very much a part 
of our family and Becky and I both loved her as she 
loved us. 

Becky loved Horse. She loved him deeply and honestly. 
That didn't bother me. I knew she loved me, too. Becky 
was a slut, but she had a big heart. It was a heart big 
enough to love more than one man. Or, more than two or 
three. 

I hired a maid to help at the house. Trudy was busy with 
four children under the age of four and Becky did little 
except nurse and rest. 

A month after that day Roy, as we called our son, was 
born, Mr. and Mrs. Williams and Horse Williams' lawyer 
came to the house. They had asked us to join them 
downtown, but Becky wasn't up to it. Graciously, they 
agreed to come to our house where we all sat in the 
living room. 

"Mrs. Jones," the lawyer said in measured and well-
modulated tones. "Mr. Charles Williams thought highly of 
you. He put you in his will." 

"I don't want to be in his will," she answered in a 
monotone as she stared blankly out the window. "I want 
to be in his bed with him between my legs. I want to 
hear his breathing as he lays on me. I want his hands on 
me and his cock in me. That's what I want." 

The lawyer sputtered and his face turned red from 
Becky's statement. 
I saw a tear in Mr. Williams eye. 

The lawyer composed himself and continued, "he left you 
quite a sum of money." 

Becky stared at him, no emotion on her face, her eyes 
dead. 

"Is this about money? Money? I don't want to hear it." 

Laboriously, Becky stood. She kissed me softly on the 
lips. As she walked toward the door, she stopped by Mr. 
Williams' chair. She kissed him softly on the lips, as 
she had kissed me, and exited the room. The lawyer and I 
were watching Christine Williams. She showed no emotion 
from Becky kissing her husband. Neither of the Williams 
seemed a bit concerned about Horse leaving part of his 
wealth to Becky's darling children. My children, too. 
The lawyer turned to me. 

"Actually, Mr. Jones, Mr. Williams left the money in 
trust for your wife. You are the trustee so you'll 
manage it and distribute the income for her needs. I 
understand she bore Mr. Williams a child." 

"Yes," I replied. "He fathered Colt, our son. Colt is 
the first of our four children." 

"Mr. Williams fathered only the one boy?" the lawyer 
asked. 

"Yes. All four of them have different fathers," I said. 
He looked aghast. 

"Amazing. To continue, Mr. Williams is, I mean, was, an 
unusual man. The trust document provides after your 
death and that of Mrs. Jones, the trust proceeds will be 
distributed to all your children equally, no matter who 
the father." 

I smiled. Horse loved Becky as she loved him. He knew 
what was in her heart, her love for all her children. He 
let it guide his making of his will. I didn't reply to 
the lawyer who glared at me impatiently. 

"This is a lot of money. Mr. Jones, we are talking about 
seven million dollars in blue-chip stocks and bonds," he 
said. 

That was more money than Becky or I ever imagined. I 
knew she would gladly give it all up to have Horse back. 
Becky was that way. Sweet, loving. She was as loving as 
she was slutty, and, that's saying a lot. When the 
business was over, the lawyer left but, Mr. and Mrs. 
Williams stayed. It was she who broke the silence. 

"Mr. Jones, can I speak with Becky, and with Trudy?" 

"Certainly," I replied, wondering if an explosion of 
cosmic proportions was imminent. However, she seemed 
very calm and controlled. 

They were in the nursery. Becky was nursing Roy. Trudy 
was feeding Jade pablum since they were starting to wean 
her. Maria was sound asleep in her crib. She was still 
nursing and I wondered if she had been fed already. We 
had passed Colt in the living room where he was 
engrossed in a children's show on TV. 

As always when she nursed, Becky was naked except for 
the diaper used as a wiping cloth which was across her 
shoulder. Becky and Trudy looked up at Mrs. Williams. 
For a second, they both look frightened and gave Mr. 
Williams and me a questioning look. Since Mr. Williams 
appeared unconcerned, so was I. He had been right about 
a lot of things so far. I suspected he knew his wife. 

"May I sit down?" Mrs. Williams asked. Becky nodded. 

Gracefully, she sat. As we all waited for her to speak, 
I saw the loving and gentle expression on her face as 
she looked at Becky. 

"I know all about you, Becky. I know about you being my 
husband's slut. I know about the club and the bet and 
the babies. I know about you, too, Trudy." She slowly 
turned to look at her husband. "And I know about the 
blonde bimbo in accounting, Arthur." 

Mr. Williams blushed and shifted from foot to foot 
nervously. 

"I said nothing for two reasons. My husband is a stud, 
which is the names males gave themselves when they call 
women sluts for the identical behavior. Like sluts, 
studs need plenty of sex and they need variety. I'm 
happy my husband is sexually active. I know he keeps me 
satisfied." 

Mrs. Williams looked away, her eyes sad, seeing some 
sight in her mind. 

"More than that, we lost a child." 

Becky sobbed audibly. Trudy whispered "I'm sorry." 

"He died three years before Arthur met you, Becky. I was 
hoping you could bear him another son. I was very 
disappointed he has not fathered any of your four." 

Becky looked up at Arthur Williams, my boss. She had 
emotion in her face for the first time in a long time. 
That emotion was sweetness and caring and, probably, 
love. 

"Why didn't you tell me? You could have fathered them 
all," she said softly. 

He shifted feet again and mumbled as his face turned 
crimson. He didn't respond before Christine continued. 

"Will you please have another and let Arthur father it?" 

Becky was visibly pained. Roy whimpered at her breast as 
she shifted position. 

"I'm so sorry. I truly am. But I have had enough," she 
said sadly. 

"I...." Trudy said. She was shaking. A tear rolled down 
her cheek. 

"Oh, sweet Trudy," Becky said. "I've been so selfish in 
not thinking of you. You must want a baby of your own 
and you've never said a word. Why don't you have Mr. 
Williams' child?" 

"I'd like that very much," Trudy whispered. She looked 
at me, seeking my approval and permission. "Do you 
mind?" 

"Trudy, I love the idea," I replied. 

"I like the idea, too. Can we come visit, come see you 
delightful women and your wonderful children?" Christine 
asked. 

"Any time, Christine. Any time," Becky replied. 

It hadn't occurred to me that Trudy wanted to have a 
child. I kicked myself for not thinking of it. All women 
want children. And if Trudy planned to spend her life 
with us, I wasn't going to give her a child because I 
was sterile. That's what started Becky and me down this 
path. 

Five months later, I was sick with worry about Becky. I 
had hoped Trudy's pregnancy and Christine Williams 
visiting would have helped pull her out of her blue 
funk. But it did not. 

Trudy was happy, bubbling, floating, her belly extended 
with Mr. Williams child. It was a boy child according to 
the sonagrams. We had already decided on a name: Robert 
Arthur Jones. 

But Becky was still depressed. She only picked at her 
food. She refused to laugh, or dance, or party, or even 
go to the mall shopping. All she did was nurse, care for 
her children and look out the window. She slept in the 
nursery with the children. She refused medication since 
she was nursing. 

She had not had sex since that time with Horse, the time 
when he had his heart attack, which was now six months 
ago. When you think about it, for a woman who loved sex 
as much as Becky to go six months without it indicated 
something was terribly wrong. 

I love my wife, my slut wife. All I wanted when she 
first became my boss' slut was for her to have children 
and be happy. She had four children: two boys, two 
girls; four ethnic groups; all healthy and happy and 
wonderful. 

All I wanted now was for her to be happy again. I wanted 
my wild, giggly, happy, hot, sexy, slutty Becky back. 

It was my idea, not Mr. Williams or anyone elses. I knew 
my Becky better than anyone. I knew what I had to do. I 
talked to my boss and he agreed. 

We got it all set up for a Friday evening. 

Becky was sitting in her rocker in the nursery when I 
entered. 
Listlessly, she followed me into the bedroom. 

"I love you, Becky," I said, holding her. 

"I love you, too," she replied, her voice emotionless. 

I slipped her arms behind her and handcuffed them 
together before she realized what was happening. 

"Bobby! No! Let me go!" she barked. I shoved a gag in 
her mouth eliminating further conversation from her. Mr. 
Williams came in just as Becky kicked me trying to get 
away. He held her as I tied her legs together. We 
carried her to the car kicking and twisting. 

At Mr. Williams' club, the other fathers were gathered: 
Basil Li, Jose Martinez and Lee Jones. Becky fought us 
every inch of the way as we carried her into the club 
house and put her on the big bed in the bedroom where 
she had fucked all the club members at one time or 
another. She fought as we tied her wrists to the 
headboard. She kicked as we slipped a rope around each 
ankle and bound it to her thigh, locking her legs in 
frog fashion. 

"Let me go!" she screamed as I ungagged her. 

I did something I had never done to my Becky. I slapped 
her. 
Startled, she stared at me. 

"Becky, you're a slut, a world class, big-titted, hard 
fucking, baby dropping slut. Sluts needs to be fucked. 
We're going to fuck you long and hard and constantly 
until you realize that is what makes you happy." 

"No, Bobby. Please! No! Don't you understand? Someone 
will die! 
Don't do this!" 

Mr. Williams turned her head to look at him. 

"Becky, every man dreams of dying while fucking a woman 
like you, of dying while his chest crushes your tits and 
his cock fills your pussy. We all want to die while 
fucking a beautiful, slutty woman who loves us. It's the 
final male fantasy. You gave him that fantasy, Becky. He 
died a very happy and satisfied man." 

"Really? You really think so?" 

"Yes. We think so," Mr. Martinez said. 

"Most definitely," Mr. Li replied. 

As I crawled between her legs, her lower lip quivered 
and a tear rolled down her cheek. 

"Don't die on me, Bobby," she whispered. 

We went twice each, ten long and hard fuckings. I know 
she didn't orgasm with me the first time. I don't think 
she orgasmed until Basil took his second turn, which was 
her eighth fucking of the evening. By then, she was 
moaning and twisting and covered in sweat. We untied her 
and left her on the bed. She was either unconscious or 
asleep. 

A hour later, all the other club members had assembled. 
They were visiting or playing cards or shooting pool, 
waiting to see what happened with Becky. They all cared 
about their club slut. 

The bedroom door opened. Shyly, slowly, Becky, naked and 
with dried cum on her legs, came to me, folding her arms 
around me. Finally, she looked up at me. 

"You do know what is best for your wife, for your slut, 
don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh, my darling Bobby, you make me feel so loved." She 
kissed me softly. 

"Can I have one more child, Bobby?" 

"Of course. If you want to." 

"I do. Let's go potluck." 

"All right," I laughed. I knew exactly what she meant. 

She looked at all the men standing around watching her. 
She knew they were her friends, her lovers, the fathers 
of her children. She squeezed my hand before walking 
toward the poker table. A man extended his hand to help 
her stand on the table top. She looked at them all, a 
smile on her face. 

"I want one more baby," she said. "I'm unprotected. 
Let's go potluck and see who the winner is. Everybody 
game?" 

A roar of approval came from them. She teared up again, 
bathing her face and those massive tits with her tears. 

"I love all of you," she said. 

"I love you" came floating back to her from them. 

She gave a wide, happy, super slutty, grin. 

"Or maybe I just love your cocks. Pull those cocks out, 
lovers. 
Becky the slut is back and she's horny as hell!" 

The End 

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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