My Husband Turned Me Into a Slut to Impress His New Buddies — Part Two
“Honey, Bastian’s going to fuck me, and his friends will probably fuck me too after that. At this point, I want it and I’m not sure I’d stop even if you asked me to.”
The next month we went to a few more club events, and Bastian acted as if nothing happened in the hot tub. I loved it when he paid attention to me but also when he didn’t, I was jealous.
A big Coffee & Cars event was coming up and my husband was excited to go so he signed us both to go with the group. I shrugged, curious about the event but I was more concerned about how I would act toward Bastian. I asked who else would come and Jake said three other guys were coming with us and one other was bringing his wife along.
Bastian made all the arrangements, booking the rooms for everyone. We would have stayed in a different spot, further away from the event but at least it would be quiet and not so crowded.
One day before the rally, Bastian met us at our house. We were leaving very early as the drive was at least six hours. The other guys showed up, we had coffee, and quickly left. As we got out of the house, Bastian pulled my husband to the side and discussed something. I couldn’t hear exactly what but Jake came to me in a hurry.
“Tina, honey, Bastian wants you to go with him,” he said eagerly.
“Oh?” I asked. “And what did you tell him?”
“I told him you will go with him, of course,” he responded.
“And you’re fine with me doing this…”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m totally okay with it.”
Bastian was already waiting for me in his car and as I walked toward it I couldn’t help but wonder if my husband was pimping me out to get into Bastian’s inner circle.
“There’s my pretty girl,” Bastian said as I jumped in the passenger’s seat.
We headed off, listening to music, and as usual with Bastian, the conversation soon started to turn sexual, and asked me if I’d brought anything sexy to wear.
“You want me to look slutty?” I asked.
“Not just look,” he said with a dirty little laugh.
“What makes you think I want to be a slut?” I asked, knowing exactly where this was going.
“Let’s start with the fact that you let me make you cum in the hot tub.”
“That was a mistake,” I responded.
“But you loved it.”
I didn’t answer, he had me on this one.
“But you loved it, didn’t you?” he continued.
“Yes,” I admitted in almost a whisper.
“See? You like to be a slut.”
I remained silent, afraid of what I’d say. The thought of Bastian considering me a slut started to turn me on. I remembered him rubbing his cock against my ass and as I thought about it, I extended my left arm and put it on his shoulder, playing with the fabric of his polo shirt.
We continued to talk and Bastian kept the conversation flirtatious and sexual but I didn’t feel awkward anymore.
“So what is your biggest fantasy, Tina?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know exactly what I mean. What do you think about when you masturbate?” he responded laughing.
The truth is I wanted him to know. I’d never shared my fantasies with anyone before and I always wanted to do so.
“I sometimes imagine I’m blindfolded and tied to a bed, fully exposed and watched by several men who take turns making me cum.”
“Nice,” he said. “So you must’ve liked it when I played with you in the hot tub, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I did.”
“So what’s your fantasy? I’m thinking you’ve done most,” I said after a moment of silence.
“My fantasy is seeing how far I can push a woman’s sexual limits. Seeing what I can get her to do.”
“Like making a woman cum in your hot tub in front of your guests?”
“That was fun,” he admitted. “But you left out the part that your husband was there, and you still let me.”
“I didn’t want to start trouble with him there,” I lied.
“Are you saying you would have stopped me if he had seen us?”
“I might have,” I told him. I didn’t want him to know that Jake knew what happened.
He kept driving faster and faster.
“One of my favorites is cuckolding husbands,” he broke the silence.
“Sleeping with other men’s wives?” I asked.
“No, it’s more than that. It’s where a more dominant man takes a man’s wife in a way that shows him that the woman is now his,” he explained.
“That would probably lead to a nasty divorce,” I said.
“Not really,” he explained. “The husband gets off on knowing he is being dominated and the woman wants to stay in the marriage as she gets to experience both a lover and a normal life with her husband. Only the dynamics change whenever the other man is around. When he’s around the woman makes sure her husband knows the other man is in charge.”
The idea turned me on.
“Would you divorce Jake if you had let me stick my fingers inside you, in the hot tub?”
“No,” I said. “I wouldn’t leave him.”
“Would Jake divorce you if he knew?” Bastian asked.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
The conversation I had with Bastian made me think. When I’d told Jake that Bastian made me cum, he responded by having amazing sex with me. Jake and I never discussed our sexual fantasies and now I wondered what his were.
When we finally arrived at the hotel, we headed up to our rooms, unpacked and Jake jumped in the shower. Thinking about the conversation I had with Bastian in the car, I took Jake’s phone, unlocked it, and opened the internet browser, looking over his history. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; my husband was visiting all sorts of cuckolding forums and watching cuckold porn. When I was about to dig deeper, I heard him get out of the shower so I quickly closed everything and pretended like nothing happened.
I quickly jumped in the shower and washed and shaved my legs and pussy. I got out and started to get dressed, putting on the lowest-cut jeans I owned, a white tank top, and a pair of high heel boots.
“Now there’s my sexy wife,” Jake said as I came out of the bathroom. “Let’s go meet the others.”
We went to the lobby and met the other guys. Bastian analyzed me from head to toe.
“Not bad, but we need to get you some real race queen clothes,” he said and put his heavy arm around me.
We headed down to the event and beside cars there were many vendor booths, selling all types of clothing.
“Here we go,” Bastian said and handed me a pair of jeans that were cut very low and a black halter crop top that zipped down the front.
I looked at Jake and he was just looking at me with anticipation. What the hell, I thought and took the clothes. I found a changing room and went to try them on.
First I tried the top on. I realized that I couldn’t wear a bra so I took it off and put the top on. Zipped all the way up it showed a good deal of cleavage and came down just above my navel.
I then pulled the jeans on. They were tight and even the thong I was wearing was not small enough to be covered. I took the jeans off and removed my thong, then pulled the jeans back on. They barely covered my ass if I stood still but if I moved just a bit, the crack of my ass showed.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I was smoking hot. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the changing booth. I stood in front of the group and turned for them. That excitement in my stomach returned. I was showing off again and was loving it.
“Looks good but that top needs something,” Bastian said and reached out and grabbed the zipper of the top, pulling it down to below my breasts, exposing a lot of skin.
“What do you think? Starting to look like a real race queen, don’t you think?” he asked Jake.
My husband just nodded with a smile on his face. Well, if it was ok with him, I was going with it.
“I couldn’t wear these,” I said as I reached into the bag where my old clothes were, and pulled out my bra and thong, handing them to Bastian.
“Looks like our little slut is going commando,” he said and handed them to my husband.
The word shocked me.
“Slut?” I whispered as Bastian wrapped his arm around my waist and into the waistband of my jeans, fingering the crack of my ass.
“Yeah. Slut,” he smiled.
Sometimes when we stopped walking he would slide his whole hand down my shorts and grab my ass. Jake was walking behind us and he never said a word about it. All in all, it was a fun night out. We listened to a few bands and had a few beers and the guys talked about their cars a lot. The whole night I was hanging on Bastian’s arm.
It was past midnight when we got back to our rooms and Bastian invited us all to party some more in his room. In the elevator, Bastian turned me around to face him. He put his arms around me and slipped both hands down my waistband and cupped my ass.
“So, did my little race queen have fun today?”
I nodded, too afraid to talk. I was loving the attention he was giving me and it was making me hot. The more I got, the more I wanted. Everyone was watching and I could feel the heat in my pussy and the wetness on my upper thigh. I could feel their eyes on his hands. My husband didn’t say a word until Bastian addressed him.
“Hey Jake,” he said. “Your wife has one tight ass.”
Without even waiting for him to respond, Bastian continued.
“You guys gotta feel this ass.”
He pulled his hands out of my pants and everyone, even the other girl, took turns sliding their hands down my pants and grabbing my ass.
“Now that’s pretty slutty,” Bastian said to me while my husband just stood there, looking away when I turned my face to him.
We finally reached Bastian’s room and we all went in. Bastian sat on the bed and I stood in front of him. Jake sat in a chair, the married couple on the sofa, and two other guys stood behind me, sipping beer. As I stood there I realized that all this was going to go somewhere and Bastian was going to fuck me in front of everyone. It made me wet thinking about it.
I thought about my husband and how passive he had just been all night. He simply allowed Bastian to take over, never complaining. I remembered the conversation Bastian and I had, about the wife belonging to the other guy.
Turning around, I looked at my husband. He was all sweaty and his face flushed red in anticipation, so I walked up to him.
“Honey, Bastian’s going to fuck me, and his friends will probably fuck me too after that. At this point, I want it. I’m not sure I’d stop even if you asked me to.”
He nodded, not saying anything.
“I’m pretty sure this will change our lives. Do you understand? I won’t leave you but I will be his whenever he wants. I still love you and want to be married to you. You can leave now, and I might follow, or you can accept this new role and be happy,” I continued.
The look on his face was all I needed. He didn’t even flinch and just nodded.
“Do you want to leave?” I asked again and he shook his head.
“Good then,” I responded and ran my fingers through his hair. “Let’s see where this takes us.”
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