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Staid Wife to Slut Wife Ch. 04

The events of the previous week (as described in Part 3) had definitely changed the dynamic in our marriage. I was increasingly viewed as subservient to Paul and he took full advantage as I had actually wanted him to do. He has always been lazy around the house and now I had given him full permission to be so as he ordered me around to do his bidding. Each order was received by me with a shiver of excitement as I humbly and dutifully became the homely slut wife for him. If truth be known, with my own perhaps warped internal logic, I'd never been happier.

Sexually it was a similar story, a week had passed since the events with Paul and his friend, Stuart and on two occasions that week, Paul had come in from work, pushed me to my knees and without even a word to me, had pulled his dick out in the hall or the kitchen and stuffed it in my mouth. On each occasion, he would fuck my mouth, gently but firmly, come hard inside me, and simply pull out and go upstairs to freshen up leaving me with sperm dribbling down my mouth and a meal to prepare for my 'master'.

We hadn't discussed a great deal about the events with Stuart. I felt this was partly to do with the fact that we didn't quite want to articulate all of the things it was bringing out in us just yet but it was also partly I think a reflection of the new 'social order' in our house -- I was to do Paul's bidding and no discussion was required. Last Friday I had been humiliated and had sucked off my husband's friend in front of him, that was what I had been asked to do and so I had done it. We moved on and thought no more about it.

Following the days described above, the weekend soon came around again. On the Thursday evening, an occasion which had started without Paul demanding a kitchen cock sucking, he looked up from reading and said, "Ready for some more fun this weekend?" He left the question hanging, with almost a mischievous glint in the air around it.

I shrugged, "Sure, but what sort of fun?"

"Well, perhaps it's time to broaden our horizons..." Again, a mischievous pause to search out my reaction.

"Err, well, in what way?" I said, becoming a little irritable as I'm prone to so doing when he acts all mysterious and teasing like this.

"Another woman!" He exclaimed simply.

A number of thoughts ran through my head, I started to form questions, I had so many. We had barely started out on this road of slut wife and this was going very fast all of a sudden. Another woman probably meant I was allowing Paul to fuck another woman. I guess I had no grounds to morally refuse after the two guys that I had blown in the preceding weeks. I also knew if I'd agree to something now, then as a slut in the relationship, I was also agreeing to relinquish any control over what would happen with this other woman. My curiosity was also piqued -- who was she?

"Who is she..!?" was the first question I could extract from the morass of my thoughts.

"Ah no, you don't get any details my slut wife!" Paul said, as if to remind me of my chosen place in the hierarchy.

"You do as I say remember, although on this occasion, as this is something new, I will ask for your consent. I have arranged, provisionally, for a woman to visit us tomorrow evening. She may be accompanied by her partner. If you agree to participate, you will be required to be the dutiful slut for us all and do exactly as we tell you. Those rules will be in place from the moment she arrives at our house to the moment she leaves."

Paul studied my face and body language. I hadn't much time to process the information or what he was asking but as expected, the thought of what he was proposing was intoxicating to me and I was light headed just at the thought. My stomach, my loins and my pussy were a tingly knot of excitement. I made the mouth shape that you do to speak without quite knowing what to say.

Paul stood from the chair imposingly, a look of amusement on his face as he probably saw the interest and acceptance of the proposal written all over my face and body. He continued;

"To accept the deal, you have to drop to your knees like the slut you've become and suck my prick until I fill your mouth with cum. Swallow it all and I'll take that as permission granted." With that, he unbuckled his belt forcefully (for dramatic effect) and yanked his trousers and pants to the floor.

I took a sharp intake of breath as his rigid cock bounced out of his pants, almost slapped against his stomach and settled horizontally in the air, pointing lewdly at me for attention. I was so turned on I could feel my knickers moisten and juices pouring out of me. How degenerate I must have looked as I hardly even hesitated, I practically slid across the floor to him, mouth open in readiness as I dropped to my knees yet again before my husband and master!

I reached my hand towards his stiff prick to draw it into my mouth but he swatted it away.

"No hands!" he ordered, looking down at his wife, on her knees before him ready to swallow his cock. "I want you to use your mouth only. Work hard to earn the domination that you're going to be on the other end of tomorrow. Show me it's what you want. As you suck, with your mouth full, keep your eyes on me. Show me what a whore you are!"

Before he permitted me to suck him off, he reached down to my top, harshly opened it up and thrust my bra down so my tits flopped out in front of him. He gave a satisfied murmur as he viewed my tits and fondled them quickly.

I was intensely turned on at this point, Paul was being amazing, he seemed to now know all of the things that pushed my buttons over the edge of sanity. He knew at that point, I would do anything he wanted. He has me wherever he wanted me and I loved that fact, he was completing his total conquest of me and I was enjoying every minute.

Right now, I was just feeling the head of his dick pressing my tongue aside inside my mouth as his rock hard nob filed my mouth with a hot intensity. I quickly choked down on his throbbing pole, feeling instantly inside my mouth, how turned on he was by the scenario and by my easy acquiescence. I forced the pole as far down my throat as I could, then pulled my head slowly back from it so it slid back out of my mouth. As I was unable to use my hands, which were hanging limply at my side, I didn't want to let his cock slip out my mouth so on each backward slide of my mouth over his pole, I got as far down as the head of his cock, before impaling myself again.

As I built up a nice cock-sucking rhythm, reflecting on the fact that since the start of my slut wife adventure, I had probably sucked more cock in a month than I had in the previous ten years, Paul began to talk to me about tomorrow;

"That's right Natalie, you filthy cocksucker, look how keen you are to earn what's coming to you tomorrow!"

"Just think, another woman is going to be ordering you around as two men watch. I expect I'm going to see your face buried in another woman's cunt tomorrow. Does that sound hot to you?"

"......and her man too. She'll let him have his way with you too I bet. I'm not going to stop him, if you're happy to be degraded in front of me, then why should I stop it?"

"Mnnpff.....perhaps he and I will both fuck you together. Spit roast I think they call it. While she watches your debasement..."

Through all of this, it seemed that he was shouting out the humiliations in time with his cock pressing down my throat. As instructed I maintained eye contact at all times with him and could see the lust and pleasure in his eyes as he took in the porno sight of several inches of thick pulsing cock meat disappear inside his wife's mouth and her chin glisten with the juices of it all.

Of course I couldn't respond to what he was saying, just moan in agreement at what he said. My thoughts were a mad swirl of erotic mess but everything he was saying I found deliciously erotic and fascinating -- I really did want to be controlled and humiliated by this woman, I definitely did want Paul to watch it happen and to participate. As I kept up my increasingly frantic work on his dick, I even reflected that I hoped Paul would fuck her while I was made to watch. In a more sober environment, I may reflect on what I was becoming, but now, I had a task to perform. The cock was almost sucked, I had to extract my sticky prize and swallow it lovingly for my hubby in order to qualify for tomorrow's humiliations.

Of a sudden, Paul pulled his cock out my mouth and started to stroke it over my face;

"Pull your tongue out!" he part barked and part groaned. I did quickly and not a minute too soon. His hand was a blur over the shaft of his cock and he thrust his foreskin sharply back one last time, I saw a huge glob of come jettison against my face, covering my nose. I held the instinct to move away and held my place as Paul improved his aim. The next jet landed in a long string across my lips and tongue, followed by the rest which he directed into my mouth.

I could feel the salty goo start to collect in my mouth. Paul instructed me to collect it on my tongue and hold it out for him to see. I did so as quickly as I could, being careful trying not to spill any. Paul surprised me again by pulling his mobile phone out quickly. He took a photo of me on my knees, my sperm filled tongue coated and sticking out of my mouth. He ordered me to swallow so I did, feeling the salty goo ooze down my throat. I found it somewhat distasteful, I have never liked the taste or the texture of sperm but such is the lot of the dirty slut and I was getting more and more used to it.

For some reason, Paul ordered me to present my tongue to him again to confirm my obedience at swallowing his load. That done, he took another photo of me with my tongue now clean and put his phone back down on the arm of the chair. I was hoping that Paul would look after my needs as I was so hopelessly turned on I could come in seconds but he simply told me to get cleaned up and we continued with our evening.

FRIDAY

As was customary for such events now, I had been instructed to take a day off work some time before today by Paul, I just didn't know why until now. Paul himself went to work as normal on the Friday and I concentrated on getting the place cleaned up and getting ready for whatever was to happen tonight. I felt sick with nerves and almost phoned Paul several times over cancelling the whole thing. On three occasions, I got as far as bringing his number up on my phone but each time I put the phone down and continued my tidying.

I was utterly turned on all day and had to use cleaning and mundane stuff to take my mind off the throb in my pussy and the panicky hunger in my tummy. About 2pm the instructions from Paul started to come through on text. I had to prepare some snack food for 'nibbles' as we weren't having dinner (at least he said worryingly, "not in the conventional sense"). The next one was the now usual dress instructions. I was to wear bedroom attire only. My sheer black bra and panties, black seamed stockings and just my silk dressing gown over them and I should answer the door like this when required.

I was ready at about 3pm even though I knew it would be hours before Paul was home and probably a little longer still before our guests. I wasn't sure what to do, dressed as I was ready for my slut duties in the afternoon. I reflected on what I was doing, dressed in stupidly slutty knickers and stockings, about to allow my husband, some woman as yet unknown, and her husband, to do whatever they wanted to me. A far cry from my usual existence as a confident in control business woman yes, but then also a far cry from the dull suburban housewife I had become. I absent-mindedly watched TV and despite it being early, poured myself a glass of wine to calm my nerves which I still thought would get the better of me.

Around about 5.30, I was disturbed from my nervous contemplations by the doorbell. A wave of fear swept through me. For one thing, I didn't know who it was. Should I answer the door in my dressing gown? If it's Paul, why has he used the doorbell when he has a key? I decided to answer it making sure he was covered up.

Nervously opening the door, I was greeted by an alarming sight. There was Paul yes but who was he with? Only Fiona, my neighbour and sort of friend/peer enemy and estranged wife of Paul's friend Stuart, accompanied by what must have been her new guy, a quite young looking bloke, about 6 foot with handsome features and short closely cropped black hair and jet black eyes.

The three of them had strange expressions as I felt the opening of the door being accompanied by the hot blush of embarrassment on my cheeks. I never in my wildest imaginings even considered that the 'woman' Paul mentioned would be someone I knew, let alone one who I had known as a neighbour for years.

Fiona was what you would call a 'sort of friend'. We played the game of being friendly neighbours but in reality it was probably more a peer rivalry. I distinctly knew that she was envious of my business success and my perfectly ordered world, my material wealth and my equally successful and handsome husband. She had a failed marriage, difficult times financially and I had always felt, something of a chip on her shoulder when it came to me. In our silly bourgeois world, our petty jealousies would manifest themselves in the past when holding Christmas parties and charity events -- mine were always well liked and popular, hers almost always a damp squib. My world seemed successful and ordered, hers a mess.

For what seemed like an eternity, I glared at them all not knowing what do. Paul had a quizzical look on his face. He knew of the peer rivalry between Fiona and I and was probably intrigued as to how I would react. Fiona herself, obviously now aware of my desire for slutdom, looked already like the cat that had got the cream, as if all her wishes had come true and she was going to enjoy every minute of whatever she had in store for me and her guy, who just looked plain nervous. I assume he knew what might happen tonight, but didn't quite know whether to be looking forward to it or dreading it.

Paul broke the weird stalemate by motioning me backwards into the hall. As he strode past me he handed me his jacket. This was followed by Fiona who handed me her coat and likewise her guy who passed me his coat also. First humiliation of the day I thought (apart from opening the door to Fiona!) being used as a door attendant for hubby and his guests.

I quickly hung their coats up and followed them into the lounge where they had all seated themselves. Already odd behaviour as they were all looking at me. They had obviously already hatched some plan, or chatted previously as I would have expected Paul to be busying himself getting our guests a drink. Paul however looked up at me from his seat:

"Come on Natalie, don't keep our guests waiting, fetch us all a drink, be a good girl now!" he said, enjoying my humiliation already. I saw Fiona giggle into her hand a little at the way Paul talked to me and whisper something to her guy.

This was the last opportunity to pull out of this I thought. If I turn around now without complaint and do as he says, I'm here for the duration. At this point, I can still easily turn things around, tell him to get his own drinks and tell everyone it's all been a silly joke on Paul's part. As you've guessed though, I smiled, turned around and headed for the kitchen to fetch the drinks!

I brought the drinks in and joined them, sitting in between Paul and Fiona on one of the armchairs. Half an hour or so of small talk ensued. I learned that Fiona's guy was her new boyfriend, Tom. They had only been going out for a few weeks. That fact surprised me. They both knew why they were here and it seemed somewhat premature to be in effect 'swinging' after only going out for a little while but in the nervous tension of the situation I let it pass.

I could barely concentrate on the small talk, Fiona had been looking for work still since her break up with Stuart and was struggling financially still. To be honest, it was impossible for me to concentrate. Paul had a well-established technique already of switching from the mundane to the porno in a matter of seconds. I kept thinking that while we were talking about the weather one minute, it could at any time be a matter of seconds before I'm showing my pussy to Fiona while deep throating Tom!

I already felt self-conscious. The two guys had smart shirts and pants on, Fiona was in a neat skirt and blouse, I was pulling my gown over my stockings trying not to expose myself too much. As they talked I couldn't concentrate so I watched them. Fiona was an attractive woman. In her mid to late thirties, she had cool blue languid eyes, a rounded feminine face with a fresh complexion. Her hair was in a blonde bob, cut shoulder length. She had a nice figure, she was in good shape and had a curvy, girly body, lithe and cute.

Snapped out of my reverie by someone talking to me, I learned also how this whole thing had come about. Paul and Stuart had ran into Fiona in a pub when she was out with a couple of friends and after a few more drinks, Stuart had let slip my cock sucking exploits that I relayed to you all in chapter 3.

He shouldn't have said anything about it and Paul had told him so but he was keen to make Fiona jealous apparently. Fiona didn't believe them at first but after pressing him, Paul said it was true and told her all about the 'slut wife' thing and apparently, Fiona told him she had some experience in that area, although she never told me what that was exactly. Somehow they cooked up a plan after another couple of chats to set this night up, so here we all were.

A couple of drinks later (all dutifully fetched and carried by me), the talk turned to the erotic. Paul enjoyed these moments as he was determined to humiliate me, gently at first, in front of Fiona in particular.

"So Nat, tell Fiona and Tom how you agreed to this? What did you do to seal the deal?"

Of course I knew what he wanted me to say and Fiona probably already knew. She sat upright looking at me, a mischievous look of amusement on her face as she prepared herself for the start of the entertainment. I blushed but didn't answer. Paul asked again, a tone of warning and disapproval in his voice that said in subtext, don't disappoint or disobey me in front of our guests;

"Natalie -- tell them. What did you do to agree to this?"

I looked around already blushing from face to face looking for a way out. There was none. "I...I got on my knees and sucked your cock....and then...swallowed....it..." I said, barely getting the words out, hardly daring to look up from the floor as I said it. Fiona clapped her hands together in amusement. Tom laughed and smiled at her. Paul looked relieved and pleased with my compliance.

"That's right my dirty slut wife! You slid to your knees, sucked my dick and I coated your tongue with come, which I then ordered you to swallow. In fact, why don't you show our guests the proof, just so they know that you want what's about to happen to you." With that, and despite my cheeks burning in embarrassment, he handed me his phone which as I already knew it would, had the pictures of me from the day before, tongue out, on my knees, cum all over my face and then my empty tongue having swallowed my husband's jizz.

I looked at him pleadingly, but it was too late. I knew this was going to happen now so I might as well get on with it. I stood up, looked at my cum-covered face on the phone and walked over, presenting it to Fiona. She took it from me keenly; the self-satisfied smug grin almost permanently etched on her face already, and looked at it. Her eyes opened wide in what was probably mock amazement for my discomfort before passing it back to me and telling me to show Tom too. I did so; he looked at it in fascination before returning the phone to me.
"Who would have thought my good friend Natalie, my prim and proper lady friend, was all the time a dirty slut?" said Fiona, a look of cruel amusement across her face. Armed with the information already gleaned this evening and her previous chats with Paul, I knew for certain that she was going to take full advantage of this and humiliate me in front of the two guys. My face and body burned in shame at the thought but I felt that delicious head swim of submission. In that moment as she looked at me calmly, I wanted to revel in it myself. Please, Fiona, master me and show me who the dominant female is, humiliate me in front of Tom and in front of my husband, make me show you all what I am and what I'm learning to become.

"Stand up straight, you dirty slut!" she said suddenly, seemingly sensing my desire to be dominated and looking at me with a mixture of desire and contempt. I locked my eyes onto hers and complied wordlessly, moving into the centre of the room so all three could see me easily.

"Now, turn around and lift up your gown. I want the guys to see what's on offer!" she barked.

I did so, my head in a fog, my cheeks burning in shame. Of course, Paul was fine, he'd seen me naked a thousand times but doing this in front of Fiona? My 'friend' of several years, my suburban, 'keeping up with the Joneses rival' and Tom, a guy who I'd never met before. As I bent over, I struggled to keep my balance and my whole body shivered in lust and fear. I could barely believe I was complying with her but her words seemed to call to a place inside me and I wanted to obey.

A chorus of heavy breaths and giggles greeted me as I lifted the gown over my waist and bent over, my flimsy black lace knickers all that stood in the way of the three of them viewing my already sopping cunt.

"Mmm, black lace, you really are a dirty whore aren't you?" Fiona said, revelling in being the centre of attention and having a plaything to enjoy. I felt after our years of neighbourly rivalry, she was going to enjoy every minute of my self-endorsed fall from grace.

"We're not going to let you off easily though you dirty bitch," she said as she stood up near me, "It's all very well being a slut and saying you're one but we all have to see you earn the punishment we are going to give out to you tonight. You have to want it, show us all you want it."

I looked at her slightly confused, what was I supposed to do I thought? She answered me soon enough:

"If you want to be treated like the whore you are, pull your knickers down and ask us to do so. If you do this in front of me, Tom and your husband, you give us permission to use you as we see fit all night. Pull your panties down and show the guys your cunt and then we'll all know what a dirty cock sucking tramp you are"

I looked up to Fiona and met a steely gaze. She waited for her answer as I stood there bent over, my gown over my waist. I was breathless and totally intoxicated by the scenario. Right then and for once, there was a single clarity in my mind. I had previously seen Fiona as a friend and peer rival, as someone to compete with in the 'best neighbour' stakes, now, I wanted to be her bitch and do whatever she told me. I wanted her to lead me into a form of depravity. I purposely locked my gaze on her, woman to woman, and leant back and gripped the waistband of my knickers, sliding them to the floor, around my ankles.

"Mmm, I knew it, you dirty bitch. All this time I looked up to you! Successful business woman! But now look at you. I've only been in here for half an hour and you're bent over with your knickers around your ankles and your cunt on display to a guy you've only just met. Tramp!" With that, Fiona brought her hand down firmly against my arse, causing me to almost fall forward. She laughed with a little contempt as she saw a thrill of excitement pass through my body.

She grabbed hold of my dressing gown which I was still wearing and used it to pull me towards the sofa where she had been sitting:

"What do you think Paul, would you like to see your wife getting her arse spanked by another woman?" she asked.

"Fuck yes, I would Fi. Bend her over and give her what she deserves," Paul said quickly. I already felt so much humiliation and embarrassment but this seemed to be even worse. My husband and her 'ganging up' on me to decide how best to punish and humiliate me.

Fiona dragged me to the sofa and sat down, still fully clothed herself in a white blouse and a knee length blue skirt. She looked up at me:

"Take off your gown and your bra, slowly. I want Tom here to get a good look at those tits. Then when you've done that, lie across my knee, facing Tom. He can look at your face while you receive your punishment for being such a cheap slut, while your husband can get a good look at your arse reddening against my hand." I had to admit she was VERY good at this. She assumed a manner of complete control and authority in a matter of minutes and my submissive head was totally in a subservient 'yes Miss' mood.

I practically threw off my gown and only Fiona shouting "SLOWLY" at me caused me to slowly draw my hands behind me to unclasp my black lace bra. I slid the bra off and onto the floor, breathing heavily as my heavy boobs fell into their usual un-clasped position.

"Put your hair back and put your hands behind your head. I want Tom to get a good look at those tits," instructed Fiona. I did, feeling a sense of burning shame, now openly bearing all for a stranger again, standing as I was, in front of him now wearing only black stockings and heels. I barely had time to think however, as Fiona motioned for me to lie across her.

I did so. It was uncomfortable but bizarrely, my only concern initially was the embarrassed thought that my pussy was going to leak onto her skirt. I could do nothing about that though as Fiona quickly moulded me into the right position on her lap. In the few moments before it began, I shook my head internally in amazement at what was happening. Here you are girl, arse and tits hanging out for all to see, draped over a neighbour's knee, about to be spanked bare arsed in front of your husband and a guy I'd never met before! The swimming of my head, the knot in my stomach and the throbbing of my cunt told me this was exactly where I wanted to be.

"Now slut, you need to listen to what I tell you. This spanking is just a prelude, a demonstration for us all if you will, that in this room here and now, you are our bitch and you do what we tell you instantly and without complaint. I am going to ask you questions as I spank you and you will answer them to receive your spank. Is that clear?"

"Yes....Fiona...that's clear..." I said, looking over and up to Tom who was sitting so close to us that my head was only an inch or two from his legs. I could see he had a big bulge in his pants and reflected with some certainly that the bulge would be inside me fairly soon. Not an unpleasant thought though I must admit!

"Good slut, so we will begin, now hold still for the initial spank," As she said this she brought her hand down against my bare arse and a fleshy slap rang around as I felt the sting of her palm on my arse. The spank was not hard, just enough to make an impression!

"Now first question, do you agree to call me Miss whenever you answer me."

"Yes..Miss..." I said with some certainty. After that, each question and answer was followed by a further spank:

"Are you a dirty slut."

"Yes Miss, I am."

SPANK.

"Did you suck Stuart's cock last week just because Paul told you to?"

"Yes Miss....yes I did..."

SPANK.

"Are you going to suck Tom's cock tonight?"

"Yes Miss, yes, if you tell me to, I answered, not sure if I should have said yes or not.

SPANK.

"Are you going to eat my pussy tonight slut?"

"Yes Miss, if you allow it....." I said.

SPANK.

"Just the right answer good girl. Will you be getting arse fucked by Paul and Tom tonight?"

I had to think of the correct response, "I hope so Miss!" I said, and blushed crimson as all three of them laughed in unison at my reply.

SPANK.

"You won't be disappointed then slut," Fiona said. "And finally, are you a cheap, dirty whore who needs to be used and abused by the three of us, will you show us all tonight what a filthy, dirty, cheap and easy slut you are?"

"Yes Miss, I want to...I want to be used, please use and abuse me, humiliate me and show me you are the stronger woman, I want to please you!"

SPANK.

I said more than I wanted but the spanks and the slut talk had finished me off. I was putty in her hands as my arse started to sting hotly. I was ready to be used and everyone there knew it. The spanking seemed just right and appropriate and well timed. It had set the scene from the mundane situation of peers chatting to where we were now. Fiona had conquered me easily in front of the two guys and I had readily accepted her role as the dominant female and now craved to be used by her.

Fiona pushed me off her knee and I knelt on the floor. She stood up and patted her skirt down. I think she noticed the dampness on her skirt from my pussy but didn't comment. Instead, she looked at me and said, "Good. Now we know the order of things, let's have some fun with our new toy. First though, I'm going to suck your husband's cock in front of you!"

I looked over at Paul, who looked surprised himself. I knew that this would probably happen but it was still a shock that after so long together for the first time I was about to see my husband in a sex act with another woman. I realised instinctively that Fiona was doing this right now to demonstrate to me and the guys that the hierarchy had already changed. There were three equals in the room, and one slut. I had no say. She had neither sought nor received my permission, simply told me what was happening. To emphasise her dominance however, she ensured I was involved and complicit.

She beckoned me over. She already had Paul's trousers down and between them both, they had kicked them onto the floor. As I got there he was sitting on the chair in just his boxers, tented erotically at what he had already seen.

"Kneel between us slut," Fiona said, "You're going to willingly give your hubby to me to enjoy and I'm going to make you watch. Fish his cock out of his pants and put it in my mouth." As she said this, she leant her head into his crotch. I quickly obeyed; I slid his pants to his knees to see his cock bob out. Fiona just said, "Oh my!" as it rested on her cheek. I grabbed hold of the thick shaft in my hand, drawing the foreskin back slowly, I wanted so much to suck it myself but instead, I had to direct it to my right and allow Fiona to draw her mouth over it.

As she quickly closed her mouth over my hubby's cock, he held her head, groaned contentedly and settled back into his chair to enjoy his blow job. I felt a horrible pang of jealousy and humiliation as I took in the erotic site of her red lipstick lips slide over his hard shaft slowly, her blonde bobbed hair trailing over his balls and his stomach.

Demoted to just an onlooker as Fiona knelt between my husband's legs and appreciatively and attentively slurped on his thick prick, the loud slurps and squelches filling the room. She paused only once to turn towards me to check I was watching closely and with Paul's cock in her hand, her red polished long fingernails gripping his shaft keenly, she said, "Mmm, tastes lovely, I've wanted your husband's cock in my mouth for years!" before slamming back down over his dick.

I knew instinctively Paul wouldn't last long, he was so turned on already that he was probably close to coming in his pants earlier on and now he'd just had his wife pull his cock out his pants for another woman to suck. He leaned forward as much as he could in his chair and started to buck his hips trying to fuck Fiona's mouth. She practically rode the wave of his thrusts underneath her before he tensed up and, with Fiona clamped to his cock, shot his load into her mouth before slumping into the chair.

I thought from Fiona's appreciative murmuring and her contended cooing that she was draining his balls and swallowing the lot but she scrambled up off him and in one movement leaned in to me and kissed my lips. She pressed my mouth open quickly with her tongue and I immediately felt the warm rush of my husband's sperm flooding into my mouth from Fiona's. As she deposited it all in my mouth, she drew her hand up to my mouth to close it and ordered me to swallow. Looking straight into her eyes, I gulped the fluid down and she smiled approvingly at me.

Fiona stood up and rubbed her hands together as if to say, 'job done'. She looked at me and addressing no-one in particular said, "Well that's the slut humiliated, the hubby sucked off, now I think it's time for some fun for me and my man!"

As she finished her little speech, she ordered me to run into the kitchen to fetch some drinks and nibbles. I did so and as I returned I saw that Tom joined her in the middle of the room. They kissed deeply and then started to undress each other. I found myself enjoying the sight and enjoy Tom's emerging nakedness in particular. He had already got Fiona's blouse and bra off and his hands were pushing her skirt over her hips.

For her part, she'd got his top off to reveal a gorgeously tight chest. He was well ripped, I guessed that he played rugby as he had lots of upper body muscle, shaved chest and strong muscles. Fiona obviously liked it too; she slid slowly down his body tracing her tongue over his chest and nipples before dropping to her knees. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them off his legs before pulling his boxers down to reveal a gorgeously thick cock, long with a bulbous, angry head. Fiona looked at me and she smirked at whatever she saw in my eyes -- probably lust and longing.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she gripped his shaft and started to trace her tongue over the head of his cock and down the shaft, kissing his cock slowly and deliberately. I thought she was proving a point again and was going to suck him off in front of me but she stopped and spoke to me:

"Do you want to suck my boyfriend's cock slut?" she said mischievously.

I did, badly and everyone knew it. I still looked across nervously at Paul as it still didn't seem right lusting after another's guy's cock in front of him but everyone knew I wanted it.

"Yes Miss...yes I do." I conceded.

"Ask him for permission then...and come here..." she said.

Without even thinking I walked the two steps over to them and dropped to my knees without even being prompted.

"Please can I suck your dick.....Sir..." I said, not quite knowing how to ask for such a thing.

"Well, OK, if you insist!" Tom said, as he grabbed the shaft of his cock and offered it to my mouth. I wasted no time in moving in, allowing the head of his cock into my mouth straight away. It was throbbing, rock hard and so thick that I had to stretch my mouth to get it in. As I started to chug on his cock (the third guy in a small number of days I had blown) I noticed his long, heavy balls. I cupped them and fondled them gently as I sucked.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Fiona was sitting on the sofa next to us. She had pulled off her skirt and knickers and was rubbing her clit to the sight of her previously prim neighbour bobbing her head enthusiastically over her younger boyfriend's thick pole dressed in just a pair of black stockings and doing exactly what she was told.

What I was told to do next initially disappointed me. Fiona told me to stop sucking and beckoned me between her legs, which were parted obscenely wide as though she was posing for a wank mag. I could see her pussy open and glistening against her fingers. I had a knot of lust but also of fear. I had never done this before. I knew what to do though as I know how I like my own pussy eaten, it was just the act of pleasuring another woman, especially in front of two guys. Fiona demanded attention though and pointed to her slit with an upturned eye as if to say, 'what are you waiting for slut!'

I moved across between her legs and immediately breathed in the musky aroma of another aroused woman. I wasted no time and lapped at her cunt. I parted her pussy gently with my fingers so her clit folded out. I was determined to do this well. I pursed my lips and did a circular, kissing motion over her clit, my fingers pressing into her hot slit. I felt her groan and grip my head with her thighs to draw me in closer.

"Come on Tom!" I heard her say as her excitement began to build, "Don't just stand there all stiff and hard, get inside the dirty slut. Fuck her pussy for me!"

As I delved my tongue further into the moist folds of new domme mistress, Tom behind me didn't need telling twice. Everything that had happened in the hour or so he'd been in our house had probably turned him on and I knew from its brief spell in my mouth that his cock was very ready for action.

I tried not to stop pleasuring Fiona, my nose was pressed flat against the thin strip of pubic hair she had as my tongue ached from my stiffening it inside her pussy. My fingers were sopping as they slid inside her. As her pleasure built and built, Tom moved in behind me and I felt his right hand on my shoulder while his stiff cock slid along my back. As he moved closer still, I felt him guide his shaft into my slit. I was almost embarrassed by the ease my cunt accepted his member; I was so wet he barely had to push before he was balls deep up me. I heard Fiona groan in delight as she felt Tom's thrust as he pushed me against her causing me to groan into her pussy.

He settled into a quick rhythm and gave me a noisy, squelchy fuck. I could hardly think with the sensory overload as my tongue collected the pussy juice of Fiona while my own pussy was being destroyed by Tom's thick cock. As he built into his rhythm, he placed a hand on each of my hips holding me down firmly and still while he had me. I did think briefly about Paul and whether he was enjoying the sight of another man plowing his wife hard in front of him. I hadn't done it purposely but I'd certainly not spared his feelings if he'd found the sight uncomfortable, I was openly enjoying being fucked in front of him. Not that I could see him at all and for the last few minutes I confess, I forgot he was even there!

"Mmm, make me cum in your face as my guy fucks your dirty cunt, you cheap tart!" Fiona screamed as once again, Tom speared me with his cock pressing me into her slit. I knew the point of no return was approaching for her; I pulled her pussy lips as far apart as I could and enveloped her clit with my lips and then my tongue. She arched her back hard beneath me before screaming out, her pussy throbbing as she gripped my hair tightly and came against my tongue, her wetness and hot pleasure spilling into my mouth.

She hardly waited for her orgasm to subside, she sat up and kissed me hard on the lips, tasting herself on me and moaning into my mouth as she enjoyed the sight of Tom continuing to pound me. He had moved his hands around me and was now mauling my heavy tits beneath me, tweaking my nipples that were rock hard between his fingers. She whispered words into my ear, I didn't catch them all;

"Yes that's it slutty girl, take my man's cock in your cunt...I can see you love it...you were made to be fucked hard like this....get used to this it's gonna happen very often from now....you're going to eat my cunt often....whore....slut...my bitch....my guy is going to have you as often as wants..."

Her talk turned me on still further and I was incredibly grateful to her for what happened next as I needed to come very badly. She moved behind me towards Tom. He sat on the sofa, his rock solid cock poking up almost in my eye. He gripped it tightly with his hand initially. I could smell my own cunt on him. Fiona had moved in behind me. I let out a deep guttural scream as she gripped my pussy and slid her fingers deep inside me and rubbed my clit hard;
"You can come as soon as you've tasted my boyfriend's cum in your mouth whore! Sluts have to earn their cums" She said as she teased my clit. I felt as though I would come immediately I was so turned on but I knew the rules of obedience now. Urgently, I practically swatted Toms hand away from his own shaft, gripped the base with my own hand and practically in one lunge, swallowed his cock whole. I overdid it and gagged, coughing and spluttering on his cock which I had to spit out, to a little laughter presumably from all three of them. My temporary failure was punished by Fiona withdrawing her fingers;

"Get that cock back in your mouth slut, now!" She ordered.

I did so, more carefully this time, allowing the cock head to steadily make its way down my throat. I built into a quick rhythm, Tom threw his head back, gripped my head with his hands forcing my mouth down over his pole. It felt delicious in my mouth, so thick and meaty and I could feel the thick veins of his shaft against my lips and tongue. Fiona had her fingers back on my throbbing clit again, my knees were buckling and I almost lost focus on the cock in my mouth for a minute. I almost didn't notice as I now felt the familiar liquid blast of a dick spewing its contents in my mouth. I tried to re-focus and swallow the cream as quickly as I could but I couldn't prevent some jizz dribbling out my mouth as he came buckets, the sperm ricocheting inside my slut mouth.

A loud groan from Fiona indicated she was pleased with the sight, she gave me just what I needed, she pressed her fingers hard into me sending me over the edge of sanity and into orgasmic bliss. My head in Tom's lap, his still hard cock next to me as my whole body slumped as my powerful come took over me.

It seemed like an hour had passed as I lay there in post orgasm bliss. In reality it was probably a few seconds. Fiona (playfully this time) swatted my arse with her hand and told me to stand up. I did so, almost falling over as I was so unsteady on my feet. I looked to the other chair, Paul was sat there grinning, his cock still out, semi hard against his stomach despite it being only a few minutes since he'd spewed his come into Fiona's mouth. This was going to be a long night!

We all needed to recover a little but as the group appointed house slut, I had to fetch everyone drinks again and some small talk resumed, drinks in hand. The others had made themselves relatively decent again, Tom and Paul pulled their pants back on and Fiona wrapped her skirt back around her. I thought she was going to sit there with her tits out but as I reached for my robe to cover myself, Fiona strode over and took it off me, wearing it herself;

"Tut tut," she said, wagging her finger at me, "No clothes for sluts, we will want to use you again soon. Now sit on this chair and spread those legs wide for us all." She pointed to the armchair but as I started to move over, she went and pushed the chair right into the middle of the room, directly in front of the sofa. I quickly realised my humiliations were far from over and I was going to continue to be the entertainment. Fiona pushed me onto the chair and took a seat with the two guys directly opposite me;

"Now spread those pretty legs slutty!" said Fiona, "One leg over the chair, the other stretched out." I looked up to see all three of them watching me intently while sipping their drinks, as if I was the entertainment on TV. I was blushing crimson but complied as ever. I felt as if I was posing for Playboy, my black stockings splayed wide as I spread my legs and had to cringe as I felt three sets of eyes stare deeply into my most private areas.

"Now play with your clit, show the guys where you want their dicks," Fiona said, mockingly. The guys chortled as I started to frig myself off in front of them, very uncertainly and wishing I wasn't doing it at all. My pussy was soaked already, my whole body cringing in embarrassment but somehow still obeying my neighbour. Fiona smirked an evil grin and stood up, "Oh, I almost forgot the arse fucking!" She said and walked over to her bag to fetch something.

That something soon loomed into view. Fiona moved over to me and without even bothering to ask, just manoeuvred me around so my legs were pressed against my boobs, my arse and pussy sticking out. Just to make it that little bit worse, she stepped aside, still holding my legs in place and said, "See anything you like guys?" Embarrassment washed over me as a sickly feeling as I felt both guys could literally see all the way up my arse.

In the position she wanted me, Fiona then brought the object into view. It was a metallic and very thick butt plug, with a very large bulbous silver head. She popped the object into my mouth and told me to get some spit on it before, in full view of both guys, began pressing it inside my bum hole. I gasped as it was cold and gasped again in pain as I felt my arsehole stretch around it. Fiona didn't stand on ceremony, just pushed it in as quickly as it would go until it was fully inside me.

Again, I was unceremoniously moved into position by Fiona. This time she had me on all fours in front of the guys, metallic butt plug clearly visible to them all. She simply left me there on all fours and returned to her seat with the two guys.

My emotions were the usual mix of shame, embarrassment, lust and light headed shock at what was going on. I actually tried to focus on the sight I must have presented to the others, especially Fiona. I had spent years as her neighbour, hosted very middle class dinner parties with her and essentially as far as I knew, been a role model to her. Now here I was in front of her and two guys, wearing nothing but slut stockings, arse up in the air, butt plug in arse, essentially waiting for someone to arse fuck me. In a way I was outraged that I was enjoying this so much, I wanted to stand up, throw the butt plug in her face and storm out but I couldn't -- my lust and the intoxicating humiliation held me in place waiting for more fucking.

As I offered my arse up in the air, the three of them chatted as if I wasn't there. I could feel my arse settling down again growing accustomed to the plug. As I was beginning to think I'd be left there all night, Fiona surprised me. She moved around to my face, lifted my head up and put a blindfold around my face.

"Another little game. I do enjoy my little games. One of the guys is going to fuck your arse my dear, while the other two of us watch. You're not going to know who though, although maybe you'll work it out. After your arse fucking, you will remain in place for 10 minutes and then go to bed."

With that, and without waiting for any response from me, she moved behind me and I felt her fingers reach in between my arse and pull the plug out. I could just hear her whisper to either Tom or Paul and one of them gripped my waist and pulling my arse cheeks aside, plunged their cock up me. I screamed in pleasure and a little pain as he pressed his rod firmly up inside me. At least he wasn't too rough but he was quite quick nevertheless and was soon balls deep inside my tight bum hole. I moaned and groaned in lust as the guy gripped my shoulders firmly and let me have it, making me feel the contraction of my arse hole as he plumbed me deeply in and out.

I wasn't sure who it was fucking my arse. I thought the hands on my shoulder were stronger than Pauls but Tom had a slightly thicker cock than Paul and this one inside me felt relatively thin, but then, I'd spent twenty minutes with a butt plug up there. Fiona was good at this I thought. Two people were getting their own personal live porn show of a slut being arse fucked, one guy was getting the pleasure of shafting my arse and I was suffering the humiliation of not even knowing who it was!

My arse was sore now. Even though the initial sharp stab pain of penetration was gone, my poor arse had had enough. I was relieved when I felt the guy buggering me getting close. I tried to stick my arse out further to let him in deeper so he'd finish. From nowhere, Fiona was suddenly close and talking into my ears:

"Oh yes, look at her taking a thick cock up her arse. Does she even know who is fucking her, the tramp!" and, "Mmm, come on, here it comes, fill the slut's belly full of spunk, if you have any left!"

As she said this, I felt my hips being gripped forcefully as his belly slapped my arse cheeks for the last time. The entire length of his cock was buried in my arse and his balls rested against me as they unloaded inside me. My arse muscles gripped and milked his cock as I felt it spasm violently and deposit his goo deep inside me. Surreally, he hadn't made a sound and didn't do so as his come subsided and he pulled his cock out. I felt some fluid drip out my arse as he did so.

"Ten minutes whore, ten minutes," I heard Fiona say. I waited ten minutes.

As I waited I thought again about what had just happened. I felt teary that it had happened, almost overcome by it but not that it had happened exactly, more that I had enjoyed it so much. I had willingly let myself be used and abused and I'd do it all again gladly.

As I figured ten minutes had past, and with sperm leaking out of me, I lifted the blindfold off. As I expected, I was now alone in the room. As I took the stairs to bed, I was relieved to see just Paul there -- I didn't know what to expect. I said nothing but slipped my stockings off and had a quick shower to freshen up and soothe my aching and well used holes before slipping into bed.

Paul was awake. I felt his arms wrap around me and cuddle me and whisper into my ear, "OK?"

I leant behind me, kissed him gently and said, "Yes, OK," I smiled back and I was asleep in seconds.

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Mar 7, 2018 in bdsm

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