Is My Wife a Slut? — Part 1
My cock was hard as a rock listening to my wife act like the perfect slut. My stomach was flipping with anxiety and excitement hearing the squelching sounds coming from my wife’s hot pussy.
Our sex life was excellent, and I was pretty proud after ten years of marriage. We would spice things up in the bedroom with lingerie, role-play, and the occasional sex toy. I was still in good shape and maintained my body with gym workouts four times a week.
My wife was blessed with a magnificent body and worked very hard to maintain it. Standing five feet four inches tall, which would increase to five nine when she wore her fuck me shoes, she had a figure you could only describe as head turning. Her breasts were spectacular and defied gravity. Whether she wanted it or not those breasts brought a multitude of male attention, and with her having a very flirtatious personality, the attention would sometimes get rather heavy.
I never had to intervene as she had a way of disarming the most amorous of advances, but there were times I wished she would do the disarming a bit quicker. She would often tease guys with her outrageous figure draped in the sexiest tightest articles, all worn to attract attention.
She has often regaled tales of her girl’s nights out where some guy or guys have been very forward with their suggestions, hitting on her, trying to feel her up, and trying to persuade her to go on a date with them. This became so regular that it now seems the norm. She would however be extra randy on those occasions and would be more receptive in bed. Sometimes she would role-play that I was one of the guys who had tried to seduce her, and she succumbed to his wicked ways. I particularly enjoyed these encounters as it felt as though I was fucking some bomb slut and not my loving wife. We both got a lot from these fantasy role-plays and she would act more of a slut during these encounters than normal.
I’d noticed that her clothing choice had become more and more provocative as each week passed. Corsets and basques have become part of her dress code and not just as items of lingerie. Her breasts are huge and firm, but she favors wearing bras at least one size smaller, barely covering her nipples and some of her outerwear is so tight and shiny that keeping her nipples covered would be a fruitless task.
Her encounters thrilled me immensely, but there was a small element of doubt as to how far my faithful wife had flirted with these guys. I know she does like to dance and the way she has been dressing lately, her dance partners may be getting the wrong signals and have been actively trying to touch or stroke her outrageously sexy body. Her pussy was at its hottest and wettest when she had her girl’s nights out. She said the intimate close dancing, combined with the guys trying it on with her, always made her hot
Rightly or wrongly, I had decided that on my wife’s next night out, I would follow her discretely and see what occurred on these excursions to make her so hot and bothered.
Friday night came around and my wife was upstairs in our bedroom getting ready for her night out. I usually left her to her own devices, but tonight I decided to see what outfit she would be parading around in. I walked into the bedroom to find my wife fastening a second fishnet stocking to her high-waisted garter belt. Her pussy was freshly shaved and glistening in the light, obviously from some sort of oil or lotion she had rubbed in. Her huge breasts were spilling over her sexy shiny black bra, showing most of her nipples as she slipped her petite feet into a pair of black high-heeled pumps, which made her look sexier and very bimbo-like.
She looked at her lingerie-clad, goddess of a body in the mirrored wardrobes, smiled approvingly then stepped into her very tight leather mini skirt and asked me to pull the zip up and I noticed she hadn’t put on a thong or panties. She bent forward slightly, deliberately teasing me, as my knuckle grazed her flesh, pulling the zip into the locked position.
Next, she picked a leather look waistcoat off the bed and slipped her arms through it. She fastened five of the six buttons, which thrust her huge breasts upward, the nipples almost visible. The last button was impossible to fasten due to her large bust spilling out almost, this only made her look sexier and sluttier. You could see the pink aureole of her nipples peeking over the cup of her bra. She did not attempt to adjust her breasts or cover her nipples.
She went over to the dressing table and sat finishing off her makeup and her hair. She looked incredibly sexy, very much the slut, but incredibly sexy with it.
“You look absolutely stunning!” I spoke quietly, looking her up and down quite salaciously.
She smiled at me in the mirror and continued with her makeup. She crossed her long legs and the swish of nylon was audible. The very sexy erotic sound, enhanced by the notion that she was dressed so provocatively in very erotic lingerie, but had somehow omitted the need for panties.
She placed a few items into her handbag, picked up her phone, and stood before me with one hand on her incredibly narrow waist.
“So how do I look?” she smiled, spraying expensive perfume on her neck.
“You look like you could fuck the entire club!” was my response.
Her eyebrows raised approvingly and she smiled.
“That sounds very interesting!” she giggled looking at her incredible reflection in the mirror.
I looked at her magnificent body wrapped in provocative clothing and smiled.
“Can I give you a lift into town?” I asked hoping it would be easier for me to see where she goes, instead of following her.
“Of course, you can!” she smiled, tilting her head to the side.
We made our way downstairs and out of the house. She teetered on her high heels around to the passenger side of our car. Unlocking the car door, she eased sexily into the passenger seat, sliding her long sexy legs inside. Her perfume was almost as intoxicating as her very sexy leather-clad look. She wasn’t wearing a jacket or panties, so there was little to remove if she was thinking of being naughty.
With her huge firm breasts on full display, spilling out of the waistcoat, I would expect guys to think that she was available for some extra-marital naughty fun. I should have been seething with jealousy, but for whatever strange reason, I found myself exceptionally aroused.
The drive into town was fairly quick and I headed to the club she said she was meeting the girls. I pulled right outside the entrance to the joint. My sexy wife leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. Her huge breasts shimmied as she turned to get out of the car. Graceful and with feline movements she began climbing out of the car. Once outside, she leaned back into the car, her tits almost spilling out of her tight waistcoat, she looked at me and giggled.
“Don’t wait up!” she teased then vanished inside the club.
I shook my head in disbelief and drove around the corner to a car park. I locked the car and headed into the club to discretely spy on my wife. The place was packed and the music was ridiculously loud. All of the guys looked like sexual predators and almost every female looked like an available slut.
I went around, searching for my wife, and eventually located her in a booth over the far side of the dance floor. She wasn’t sitting with the girls but was sitting between two guys as they lavishly poured attention on her, which she was lapping up like a hungry kitten.
The booth they were sitting at was the end booth, with tables and chairs behind them. I pulled up a chair, making sure I wasn’t visible to them, but close enough to be in earshot. I leaned with my back to the outside wall of their booth and made myself comfortable, listening to what was being said.
“You’re more frisky than normal!” my wife giggled “and remember, you were the ones who asked me to dress like this!”
“I can’t believe it was this easy to get you to dress like a slut!” the man on her left laughed.
“It’s easy to dress like a slut when you act like a slut!” my wife giggled.
“I suppose when two guys are fucking you at the same time, there is no other way of saying it, you’re a slut!” the guy on her right interjected.
My wife giggled and purred.
“Did your husband say anything when he saw you dressed like that?” the guy on her left asked.
“He actually helped me get dressed,” she answered surprised.
“Poor guy. But I’m pleased to feel you’ve shaved your pussy smooth. You’re turning out to be a very obedient slut!” the guy on the right said firmly as I heard my wife pant rather loudly.
“Mhm, for you,” she said panting as her body shook slightly.
My cock was hard as a rock listening to my wife act like the perfect slut. My stomach was flipping with anxiety and excitement hearing the squelching sounds coming from my wife’s hot pussy.
“We’ve got the camper van in a parking lot, around the corner, if you want to come with us again,” the guy on the right snarled.
“Come on then. Take this slut to your van!” my slutty wife said in a very sexy tone.
All three stood up and headed toward the exit and I followed, keeping a safe distance between us as they left the club. I popped my head out of the door and saw them turn right on the same street I parked my car earlier. There was a very large camper van parked a couple of meters away from my car, which they all headed toward.
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