My Loving Wife

Authors note: This is an unusually short piece for me based on a dream I had the other night. I don't expect this to go further unless there is demand for a follow up.

I stood next to my wife in the elevator. She was in the corner almost hiding. I thought she looked great but she seemed uneasy, edgy. The floor dinged and the door opened to admit 3 business types dressed in comfortable vacation clothes. Casual but name brand and not exactly elegant but definitely not low rent. One guy wore a heavy gold chain while another sported a very expensive watch. I can tell the difference between a Rolex and a knock-off and let me tell you it was the real deal They silently jockeyed around to get a good look at my wife. Amanda shuddered and shivered.

I put my arm around her and whispered into her ear, "Are you cold?"

Amanda caught her breath and whispered back, "No! Just nervous and excited. I can't believe we are doing this!" Should I tell him I had a mini orgasm from the hungry looks on those guys faces?

I took her hand. Then she asked, "Tell me again why you want me out in public looking like a prostitute?"

I grinned, "We could have stayed in our suite if you would have agreed to take it up the ass."

Amanda looked like she was reconsidering her options. "Just as long as you know that this is what you really want for your birthday. I didn't ask for this. Remember that."

"Second choice but, yes. It is." I replied succinctly.

The door rang for the lobby and she said aloud. "All right honey, your wish is my command, here goes."

The guys all grinned and winked at me. They stepped aside like gentlemen letting the lady out first. I can only assume that since they had fully admired my wife's front they were anxious to see her from the back. We walked out to appreciative moans and grunts. Even in the glitzy, blinky bright loud environment of the Vegas casino Amanda stood out and drew stares. This is why. For my birthday we had planned a trip to Vegas to get away from the mundane life we lead. I asked Mandy to buy a new outfit for the occasion of my birthday. Something nice and slutty.

She chose a silver sequined wrap around dress. The shoulder straps leaving her back bare and a deep V down her cleavage. She had undersized it a bit so that it was WAY shorter than anything I had seen her in in ages and couldn't be pulled tight around the bodice. She was in danger of a nip slip at any moment. Then there were the side slits, high enough that you would have seen her panties if she had been wearing any. As she walked, her toned ass caused the back flap to dance on her tushy revealing the bottoms of both cheeks. The front barely covered as well and when she walked it gapped revealing flashes of her bare gash to anyone who wanted to look.

"Mark? What is this obsession you have with me being a hoe in public?"

I laughed, "Ha! I know you love the attention. Hoe? Not yet but the evening is young, there is time for both of us to fulfil a fantasy. Look at you strut! Are you going to try and tell me you aren't loving this? All the attention?"

"I am loving it and I am wet as fuck. You can take me back upstairs and have your way with me. I will do almost anything you ask in our bed."

"The almost is what stops me. Let's see how things go."

"OK. But what if some man thinks I am an escort and propositions me? What do you want me to do?"

"Do what you want. If it feels right, go for it. Let's get a drink at the bar."

"Are you actually saying you are OK with me fucking another man?"

"I am. It won't be your first time. It will be a present for both of us."

Once we were seated at the bar we chatted. "Mark, we never talked about this before. Why now?"

"I have been thinking about the last time you were unfaithful and how it made me feel. We never fully discussed it, what with all the other fallout." Amanda had been a high powered VP at a big company and screwed up. She was off at a sales convention and fell under the spell of the very virile and persuasive president of a rival firm. She gave it up to him. When her boss found out from his competitor bragging. Big companies, big egos. He decided he was entitled to a taste too. Amanda could have handled it better and he ended up raping her. She filed a rape charge that went nowhere, after all she had demonstrated she was a slut and then she made an HR complaint.

The boss fired her, under the pretext that her involvement with a rival company compromised his company's intellectual property. If she fought it, he would countersue for breach of contract and violation of her confidentiality agreement. She knuckled under and took her buyout severance package. Then he blackballed her from the entire industry. No one would hire her, not even the bastard she had fucked. She was just another notch on his pistol. For the last few years, she had been a stay at home mom writing a blog to warn other women about her experiences.

So, I knew she wasn't morally against cheating on me, my experience is that people as successful as my wife have rather plastic moral world views. Ask me again, get a different answer. I knew she was bored. This was my way of spicing things up for her.

My own motivations were complex, to say the least. I am not a classic cuckold but there is something flattering and exhilarating about other men coveting my wife and having her. I have seen the way some of her friend's husbands have looked at her, but that is too close to home. 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.' An even bigger reason was the control thing. I wanted to see how far she would go if I commanded her to do something outside her comfort zone. Anal being too far, I had shifted gears. She was handling being practically nude and vulnerable in front of hundreds of people but we weren't quite there yet. A couple of cocktails had her even more relaxed. She was returning men's smiles and chatting happily with me.

It was time to make my move. "Honey. I have to hit the head. Will you be OK for a bit?"

"Sure babes. Don't be too long."

The restroom was outside the bar and on the way back I noticed a guy in my seat chatting up my wife. He looked OK and she was obviously flirting with him, playing with the ends of her long blonde hair.

I grabbed a seat at a blackjack table with a view so I could observe without her seeing me. When she reached to scratch her back her tit popped out, she seemed not to notice at first but then recovered and coyly pulled her dress closed. The guy put a stack of black chips on the bar and pushed them to her. Amanda hesitated and he added another, my wife, the love of my life covered them with her hand and dropped them into her clutch. She clung to him lovingly as they entered the very elevator bank we came down on. An hour later she was back in the bar. She didn't look different, because I am sure she freshened up her makeup and fixed her hair before coming down.

She scanned the bar and the surroundings. I ducked behind the dealer when she looked my way. Not finding me, she sat at the bar and ordered another drink. Her look and body language screamed, "I am hot, horny and available. For a price.' Before she finished her drink, she had time to text me, 'Mark? Where are you?' I replied, "You were gone when I got back, I decided to play some cards. Is everything OK?' Her final text read, 'Fine. Just fine.' Then another man asked to sit with her. They left in a few minutes. Walking across the casino to a different elevator bank. They walked past my table and Amanda beamed a smile my way. I gave her a nod and she was gone for another hour.

She returned to the bar and looked for me but I had moved to a different table and hit a streak. She followed her new routine. This time two guys sat on either side of her. A rather long conversation and negotiation ensued. At one point my wife held out her left hand flat palm down and then her right a few inches above it. The better looking of the two nodded his agreement and once again my wife was off to prostitute her whore cunt for a third time. I couldn't help wondering what she was going to do with them. Since she said no to anal with me. I assumed she would be spit roasted by these two.

When she finally returned, she looked all over for me before returning to the bar for a drink. She started with a glass of water since she looked flushed and like she had just received a workout. Then another cocktail. Finally, she took out her phone and texted, "Mark, where are you?'

By this time, I was ready to call it a night. I had cashed in my winnings and was in the elevator on the way to our suite. 'On the elevator to our room. Do you need me? Should I come back down?'

'No. I will be up soon.'

I inspected our room, the bed was still undisturbed so I assumed that she hadn't brought any of her dates here. I turned on some sports and took a shower.

An hour after our text exchange she walked in the door. She looked good, my wife always looked great with that freshly fucked look. She avoided my kiss and headed into the bathroom. I have to brush my teeth. Over the sound of running water and spitting she asked, "Do you want me to shower?"

"No. Don't. Seeing you as a dirty whore is part of the kink."

"OK. But don't go down on me!"

"But that is your favorite thing. Maybe shower later. Then I will eat your whore cunt."

She came out of the bathroom and kicked off her shoes, Losing 4 inches of height. She walked into my arms and collapsed against me. "Did you have fun?" I asked.

"I did." She sort of moaned and whispered, "And you my love?"

"I enjoyed watching you work and I won a grand playing blackjack. My fun won't be complete until you tell me all about it."

Amanda gasped, "Are you sure?" then she proceeded to tell me about the first, second and last guys.

"They were all nice and gentlemanly. I am afraid that since I had no condoms, I am all full of cum." My wife opened her dress and let it fall on the carpet. "Do you want to see?"

She grabbed my crotch and found a raging erection, "I will take this as a yes."

She dropped to her knees and freed my cock. Her blowjob game had always been good as long as I didn't go too deep. Tonight, she was on fire and swallowed my sword all the way to her tonsils. "Damn baby, where did you learn that trick?"

"On the job training!" she mumbled as she came up for air.

"Don't make me cum in your mouth. I want to fuck, I want sloppy seconds."

"OK. Babe." Then she crawled up on the bed and presented me with her glorious backside. Her cunt lips and her upper thighs glistened with semen. I pulled her back toward me and shoved my cock deep into her dripping gaping cunt.

My entry was smooth and slick. "You weren't kidding about being full of cum, were you Babe."

"Nope! I had to warn you though. It's a lot. Do you like other men's cum? Honey are you bi?" she asked with a smile in her voice.

"Nope, not bi or gay, if that is what you are trying to get at. I have always loved you with the freshly fucked look. You look younger, relaxed... happy. I love you. I really want you to be happy. It didn't bother me too much when you cheated on me but I like this better. Part of me enjoys having control over you. I like having you obey my commands, do filthy things. It's exciting."

Gripping her hips tight I opened her up so I could watch my cock glide in and out of her well used sleeve. She came really fast and shuddered. That is when I saw it. Cum was oozing out of her ass. Glops of white semen came bubbling out of her shitter and coated my cock while I watched open mouthed.

I thought about saying something but decided to take what was mine and pulled out so I could force the plum head of my cock into her stink star. She didn't say a word. She just moaned and accepted me up her shitter. Once I penetrated her, she slid back all the way down my cock. Gasping with pleasure she finally managed to get out, "Fuck my ass baby. Make your whore wife cum on your dick in her ass. Deep in her ass. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, whore. This is the best birthday ever." More moans of enjoyment. She impaled herself on my rod, working to achieve another climax. Her moans and pants reached a crescendo and she finally had a huge groaning orgasm, "Oh fuck! Oh God! Cumming, Grrrgghhh.' As her arms collapsed and she lay before me face pushed into the bed she begged. "Cum in my ass, Mark. Fill me up." I did and in the quiet time I needed for my recovery for round two we held each other and talked.

"You liked that didn't you? You dirty skanky hoe. I can't believe you said no before. Bitch."

"I wasn't ready. Anal is so filthy and I was a mother and a good wife."

"And now?"

"I'm a dirty skanky hoe, fucking men for money. And for your twisted enjoyment. Pervert."

"What else changed your mind, could I have done something else to persuade you?" Worrying that she found one of her johns more desirable than me.

She got up and picked up her clutch. She opened it and dumped it on the bed. Beside the usual girl stuff there were several black chips, about a grand in one hundred dollar bills and a small vial of white powder. "What's this?"

"My bonus for the DP."

My jaw dropped, "When you left with two guys I could only assume they were paying to spit roast you. And after our earlier conversation I figure that was as far as it would go."

She gave me a wry grin, "So you were watching me the whole time? Spit roast was the plan but when we got to their suite, they both did lines while I sucked their cocks. They offered me some. I haven't done coke since college and I was right on it. The drugs hit and felt really good. Too good in fact. 'This must be some really pure coke. It's amazing.' I did more and the one guy replied. 'You like? I guess so. It's coke and meth." The other guy held out the vial to me and asked, 'Would the soccer mom do a DP for this little bonus?' I didn't even think. I grabbed the vial and said, 'Fuck me. Make me cum.'"

"I had never done a DP before so it took me a while to figure out the logistics. I mounted the one guy while the other lubed my shitter and gave me a bump. It hurt at first but I was on fire, the meth does that to a girl. Once his head popped in my ass all I could do was beg him to 'FUCK me! Fuck my ass. Cum in me. Both of you.' We established a rhythm that had me moaning and cumming like a porn star and they did. They filled both my holes. I was in heaven, I never knew a woman could actually enjoy anal sex but I did. I am as surprised as you."

"That is quite a tale, baby." I said as I kissed her. By this time my cock was reviving and Amanda noticed.

"What would a dirty skank do with this?" she asked.

"That is up to you." She did a bump and offered me one and sucked my dirty tool with elan. "How does your ass taste, babe?"

"Gggrrrgg, Great! Do me again back there."

We spent the next day hiking in Red Rocks canyon and then another night as cuckold and hot wife. It wasn't as exciting for me as the first night but I did enjoy fucking her into submission after I ordered her to tongue my ass. The smell of her and her loads of cum were a real turn on. I missed going down on her but sliding my prick into her cum filled holes was one thing while eating another man's jizz out of her wasn't on my agenda. The closest I got was kissing her after she cleaned me up with her mouth. Filthy little slut.

On the flight home I heard the words most husbands dread, "Honey, I have been thinking." She continued once I looked at her, "Maybe when we get home, I should start working as an escort. Would that bother you?"

"Not at all. Now get into that bathroom and suck my dick!"