Shamed and Shared Pt. 01

Shamed and Shared

By JustJake051

Part One

Chapter One

Mike Franklin had to spend a great deal of time working on the road and out of town. A lot of time. And the travel demands had gotten worse, now that he'd been promoted to Regional Manager. As Regional Manager, he had to inspect the sites in his region and make sure everything was running properly, all the processes and the quality controls. And he was an expert at that. What he wasn't an expert at was managing his married life. Now in his late forties, Mike was married to Denise, and they had been together for seventeen years. And now, with the new job, he was often spending three out of four weeks a month on the road and away from Denise. They hadn't had sex in months, five months to be exact. And lately, Denise was always too tired when he was home. They just seemed to be always missing each other in their timing to be together and be intimate.

Denise worked as an accountant for a large real estate firm in the city, handling all the accounts, books, and transaction documents relating to finance and sales. She was an attractive woman, who took great pride in her physical shape and conditioning. Standing five-foot-nine, Denise was always working on her long legs and tight butt in the gym, keeping them toned. She had always been very proud of the good shape she kept her body in. With light brown hair and large green eyes, she was attractive, but she would never have considered herself beautiful, or even really attractive. In her eyes, she was plain and very average looking. If Denise wasn't at work, she would be at the gym. Having just turned forty, she was eight years younger than Mike, and she had always been the adventurous one of the two, vibrant and full of energy. But in these last few months, Mike had noticed that she seemed tired or rather distracted when they were home together. He mentioned it several times to her, and she just shirked it off as nothing. So, Mike let it go and didn't press.

His crazy work schedule and travel continued at a hectic rate. This week, Mike was working in St. Louis, and he got to see his best friend and old neighbor and colleague, Colin Yeager, who was one of Mike's subordinates in the company, but had been transferred to run the company's facility in St Louis. And that was one of Mike's regions to supervise. Colin and his wife, Jess, had been their neighbors and best friends of Mike and Denise for years, playing cards, hanging out and vacationing together all the time. So, when Colin got the call to run the St. Louis facility, he was pleased at the promotion, but disappointed in having to move and leave their best friends. But he would see Mike during the facility visits that Mike was required to make regularly. And that's what Mike was doing right now. Making his rounds. He had just arrived, and his last three days would be in St. Louis, at Colin's facility. And Mike truly loved seeing Colin and Jess as much as he could.

That night, Mike and Colin sat in a restaurant, drinking, chatting and waiting for Jess to show up. Suddenly, the door to the restaurant opened and all heads turned in that direction. A stunningly beautiful woman came strutting through the door, her huge breasts prominent, exposed and clearly not well contained in her dress. She was wearing a very low-cut dress with lots of cleavage, and no bra. The woman's enormous breasts bounced firmly as she walked into the crowded restaurant and stopped. Her beautiful blonde hair and the very tight-fitting dress she wore made Mike stare at the woman, and stare hard, as she stood and looked around over the crowd.

"Oh my God. I think a movie star just came in. Check this out, Colin" Mike said, facing the door, as the stunning woman walked in and looked around. "I'm in love, my friend" Mike said, seeing the beauty walk in and stop. The beautiful blonde scanned the room, looked in their direction and started walking over.

"Oh, hold on. She's coming this way. Look at that walk, that ass" Mike whispered.

"Mike, it's Jess," Colin said.

"What?" Mike said, stunned.

The glamorous blonde strutted over to their table and leaned over and kissed Mike on the lips, her enormous breasts now hanging freely out of the open cleavage of her dress. Jess kissed him, her soft, full lips devouring his.

"Well, you like?" she said to Mike, as she stood up and made sure her massive breasts were tucked back in her dress. Obviously, Jess had her lips done, but God, what a kiss, Mike thought.

"Jess?" Mike said, standing up in amazement and disbelief.

"Oh, my God, it's good to see you," Jess said, and grabbed him. She hugged Mike hard, pressing her large breasts tightly against him, and kissed him again lightly on the lips.

"What is all this? It's amazing," Mike said, looking Jess up and down.

"Really? You like it," she said sitting down and picking up the martini that was there waiting for her.

"I had a little work done, the boobs, lips, the hair, the face. And no matter how much time I spent in the gym, it wasn't going to fix my ass. So, I had a butt lift. It's amazing," Jess said, giggling.

"Damn, Jess! You're stunning," Mike said, still in shock at the beauty of his old friend.

Jessica Yeager was five foot-six inches tall, and petite, a tiny size 2 in dresses. So, the enormous new breasts she had looked three times larger than they would have looked on a regular figure. She was Barbie with enormous tits and Mike couldn't take his eyes off her. They ate, drank and laughed for the next three hours, catching up on lost time together.

"Well, were having a great time here, Mike. I've gotta' tell you, things have changed a lot since we moved out here. We're making a lot of new friends We're swinging now," Colin said casually, as if it were nothing.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked, not sure he understood Colin correctly.

"Swingers, you know," Jess said. "Swinger parties in a club, bunch of people and everybody fucks, everybody switches and fucks again, and again. Or we sometimes will swap partners with another couple, sometimes it's a Hotwife thing. I'll fuck a guy or two, or three, while Colin watches." Jess laughed and leaned over and kissed Mike again. "God, we've missed you."

"Check it out," Colin said. "Some pictures of Jess, fucking other guys," Colin said, pulling out his phone and flicking the screen. He handed his phone to Mike and Mike swiped the screen, looking stunned and amazed.

Mike looked up and over at Jess. "Wow!"

"Honey, you have no idea," Jess said. "And I love it. We love it. It's a whole new life for us. We thought we were through, we almost gave up on each other. This saved us. Mike, the thing that I discovered from swinging... some women like to be penetrated and some don't. Really. And I discovered that I love it. Mouth, cunt, ass. The feeling of someone penetrating, going inside me. Wanting someone inside you. Anywhere. That's me. Now I understand it all. Colin posts our sessions online on a couple of websites, and we find more hot friends. It's amazing."

"When you get back to the hotel, go to this website and take a look. See what you think. Check her out in the BBC blog on the site," Colin said.

"Really? BBC?" Mike asked.

"Big Black Cock, yeah. Amazing," Jess said, smiling broadly.

Colin jotted down a website and his username and password on a cocktail napkin and passed it over to Mike. After dinner, Mike went back to the hotel and started looking at the Share My Hot Wife website. There, the site was filled with blogs, posts and pictures of hundreds of couples.

He searched and found Jess and Colin on the website. "Wow," he muttered to himself as he checked out the Fuck My Wife blog. It was filled with amazing pictures of Jess getting fucked by numerous other men. His cock was so hard, Mike was about to explode. He couldn't believe how good Jess looked and how hot she looked while fucking other men. He kept looking for more posts of Jess among the long list of posting and comments from other men and women. Still looking, he scrolled through a long line of photos of other wives being fucked. Mike paused on a post from a 'Treybigcock', a young black man, who had posted a picture of a white woman sucking his cock. Obviously Treybigcock had taken the picture on his phone, Mike thought, while the woman was sucking him. Mike stopped dead and couldn't believe what he saw. It was Denise, his wife, in their bedroom with the young black man, Treybigcock, and she was sucking his huge cock.

In the blog, Treybigcock posted "She can't get enough of my big, black cock. See more of us on my BBC blog."

Frantic, his heart racing, Mike clicked and went to the BBC forum on the website and there she was, his wife, Denise, and a picture of Denise's firm ass. The picture shot from behind, a giant black cock crammed all the way in, deep in Denise's asshole. "She loves my huge cock in her hot ass," Treybigcock posted. Then another picture, this one of a white cock in Denise's cunt, the picture obviously taken by another man. Mike then realized that Denise was fucking two guys at the same time. His entire world, his life, came crashing down. He sat on the edge of the hotel bed, destroyed, angry and sobbing.

The next morning at the St. Louis facility, Mike walked slowly up to Colin and stared at him in silence for several seconds before he spoke.

"You knew, didn't you? You saw her pictures, didn't you?" Mike said to Colin, who just looked at the floor and shook his head. He knew that what he had shown his best friend had destroyed him.

"Sorry, buddy. Jess saw them and showed them to me. So, we both thought you should know," Colin said. "I know it's bad. And we feel as betrayed as you do. Jess is really pissed."

Chapter Two

Mike Franklin returned home the following day and as he pulled into the drive of his house, he wasn't sure of what he was going to do or say. He sat quietly in the car for several minutes as he tried to pull himself together and confront his wife, Denise. He walked slowly through the front door and Denise walked in and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Glad you're home. So, how are Colin and Jess?" Denise asked. "They liking the new place?" she asked.

"They're great. Better than ever," Mike said, carefully choosing the words he wanted to say.

"Really? That's great. I thought they were in trouble, ready to split up when they left here," Denise said.

"Well, they've started a new life... or a new lifestyle, I should say. They're swinging now, swapping partners. Wild fucking, with lots of couples," Mike said.

"What? No!!" Denise said, in disbelief.

"Yep. And Jess, well, you wouldn't even recognize her. She has huge tits now, an ass lift, very blonde, had some work done to her face and lips. She's a babe, looks very hot, like some sexy porn star."

"I can't believe that," Denise said, shocked at what she was hearing.

"Yeah, I'll show you a picture. Yeah, people can surprise you," Mike said. "They even like to post pictures of themselves fucking other people on websites."

"What??" Denise said, amazed at what Mike was telling her.

"Yep. Surprised me," Mike said, opening his laptop. He logged into the Share My Hot Wife website and pulled up a picture of Jess.

"Here, take a look," Mike said, and turned the laptop toward his wife. A picture of Jess Yeager getting fucked doggy style filled his laptop screen. "There are more. Look," he said, calmly scrolling down the pictures of Jess fucking other men.

"Oh my God! That's Jess? Look at those tits!!!" Denise said, amazed at the new Jess.

"Yeah, she is something, now. Very hot. They post a lot of pictures. Oh, yeah, lots. There are more over here," Mike said. He clicked on the BBC forum and started to scroll down. "I think there's a great one down here somewhere. It was just down here, I think..."

He stopped on the picture on the screen of Denise sucking an enormous black cock, her large green eyes unfocused, glazed over in lust.

"Wow, look at that," Mike said. "You know, they say that everyone has an exact double somewhere in the world. I think I found yours."

Denise glanced at the screen and froze.

"This looks just like you. And they must have seen our bedroom, too, and they have one just like it. Oh, here, this same woman, now she's getting fucked in the ass. And, yep, their bedroom looks just like ours. And here..."

Denise Franklin had turned gray and pale, as she looked at the screen, the color instantly draining from her face.

"Oh, wait, here's another of this same woman," Mike said. "It's her and some white guy fucking her, and she's sucking a black guy. And here's a ten-second video of her getting banged hard by an enormous black cock. Wow, she was slammed hard, as he really pounded her. It's amazing, she looks just like you and their bedroom looks exactly like ours."

Denise jumped up and quickly ran upstairs, crying and wailing as she ran. Mike slowly closed the laptop and headed up to the bedroom, still unsure of what he was going to say or do. But he knew that the coming confrontation was going to be filled with his anger, hurt and pain.

"I'm so sorry," Denise wailed, as she sat on the edge of their bed, tears streaming down her face.

"Who... who are they?" was all Mike could think to say.

"They, they are young college guys at the gym. We workout together sometimes."

"Oh, I can see that."

"Sorry. I'm so sorry," Denise said, sobbing. She instinctively reached over for him.

"No. Don't." Mike paused, thought for a second and swallowed hard. "You should move out. Tonight."

"Please, please. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was stupid."

"So, how long have you been... stupid?" Mike asked.

"Six months," Denise said softly, between sobs.

"Okay. Okay, were done. I'll call a lawyer on Monday. You can get a hotel room, but please get out of here, out of my sight. Get away from me."

"Mike, please don't. Please forgive me. Please give me a chance. I'll do anything you want. Just don't end it. I love you."

"Horseshit. You loved getting fucked by those young guys," Mike said, now spitting the words out of clenched teeth, his anger now overruling his hurt.

"No, I was stupid," Denise sobbed.

They slept in separate rooms that night. And Mike Franklin didn't sleep. He just tossed in the bed the entire night, with visions of his wife getting fucked by endless men, endless cocks filling his wife's holes. His anger and his rage were limitless. He felt betrayed. The trust they had built together was now destroyed. Deep inside, he loved her, but Denise had destroyed him. He was confused, horribly conflicted about what to do. He wanted to hurt her as much as she hurt him. All of her lies, the destruction of everything they had worked so hard together for, now gone. He had always wondered about the old adage that men want a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom. Now, the woman he loved was the whore alright, just not with him. He raged and stewed all night, trying to decide what to do next.

Down the hall in the guest bedroom, Denise Franklin lay in the bed, sobbing, wondering how she could have screwed up so badly. She felt like she had fallen down the rabbit hole and instead of Wonderland, she was now in Purgatory. The young men had been so flattering to her when she was at a low point. She was feeling old and undesirable, and Mike was always gone. Then, they were there, so hot, so charming, so flattering of her beauty and her body.

And when they fucked her, they made her feel so sexy, so incredible. But the hottest part of it was when they ordered her around. She got so aroused when they treated her like a slut and made her do things she would never have normally done. It was a side of her she never knew she had. She got so excited when two of them shared her ass one afternoon. They took turns penetrating her anally and at one point, both of them tried to put their cocks in her ass at the same time. She was much too tight to do it, but just the same, the thrill of being used by them like that, like a whore, was so exciting.

But now she was on the verge of losing everything. It was at that moment that Denise Franklin made her decision. Whatever penance her husband would ask of her, she would do. It didn't matter what. She would beg him for another chance.

The next morning, Mike sat at the breakfast table and was looking at his laptop when Denise came in.

"I went back to the website they posted you on. There are twenty-seven different pictures of you that they posted there. Looks like the only person you haven't been fucking lately is me. I even saw that you did two men at the same time in one of the pictures. Really? One in your ass and one in your cunt at the same time. And there was another picture with you sticking your tongue in the black kid's ass, while you licked his balls. He posted that you liked doing what he told you to do. That you would do whatever they said. Said that you were his fuck toy. Is that true?"

"Yes," she answered, meekly.

"So, who took the pictures? Were there three guys?"

"Yes," Denise replied. "But I didn't know they were taking pictures and posting them."

"Would that matter? What matters is that you were fucking them. How many different guys were there?"

"Four," she said quietly.

"Jesus."

"I love you. Please..."

"Yeah, well, I've heard that before. Like, just before I left for Houston, going out the door you said it. And you had a cock in your ass a couple of hours later. Christ, you never even let me fuck you there. Said you hated that," Mike said.

They didn't speak for the rest of the weekend. It was late on Sunday night and Mike walked into the guest bedroom where Denise sat on the edge of the bed, her bright green eyes now swollen and red from crying.

"I've decided. I'm going to leave it up to you. You can fix it, or you can end it with us. You can decide to leave, and we divorce. Or..."

"Or what... anything. I'll do anything," Denise said, a tone of desperation in her voice.

"You stay here. We will stay married. We try to make it work. But you're going to have to pay. Rebuilding the trust that you destroyed is going to be difficult. And costly. You'll have to repay me. For six months of cheating." Mike stood looking down at his wife, as she sat there weeping, daubing her eyes, her nose running. She looked like hell, he thought. He hated to see her cry. It tore away at his heart and his resolve. But he knew he had to be strong.

"How," she said sobbing. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you. Yes, you can fuck other women for the next six months. I'll agree to that, anything. But please..."

"No, it's not going to be that easy. Your choices are... you go. Leave now. And we end this mess. Clean and simple. You're out. Or we try to fix it, and you repay me in humiliation and suffering for the six months that you lied and cheated on me. We're there others, before that? Before the pictures? Before these young guys? I need you to be honest, if you even know how to do that."

"No, it just started then."

"Okay. So, it's your choice," Mike said.

"Please, I'll do anything. Let's make this work. Please let me stay. Let me fix this. I know you loved me once. Give me a chance."

"You're going to repay the six months. And do everything I say," Mike demanded.

"I will. I promise."

"First, I want you to go see those little fucks and tell them that there will be no more fucking. It's over. And tell them to take the pictures down. All the pictures. On every site they posted you on," Mike said, his anger returning.

It didn't go well when Denise met with the young men at the gym the next evening. The only thing they wanted was to leave the gym and take her out and fuck her again. They told her there were more pictures that they would post if she refused. They would even send pictures to her workplace and her boss, Richard Ashton, if she didn't keep on fucking them.

"You gonna' keep fucking us, a lot, or we gonna' post pictures everywhere. We have lots of them," Trey said, a big grin on his face.

Denise went home sobbing and crushed because she couldn't deliver what Mike had told her to do. Mike was out the door in a second, in the car and speeding down the street toward the gym.

"So, here's how this is going to be. The police are going to be called," Mike said, red faced, his fists clenched as he confronted the four young men in the corner of the gym. "I'm pressing charges. It's sexual extortion, posting photos against the person's consent. It's illegal and criminal. Oh, and you should also know, I know the Chancellor at the University. We were old classmates together. I'm having you all kicked out."

"Hey! Wait a minute, man," Trey said.

"No, you wait. My wife asked nicely. I'm not asking. I'm telling. Delete them today. Take them down. All of them. All the sites you posted on. Find another gym. And stay the fuck away from her. Now take it all down."

Chapter Three

"They took the pictures down," Mike said the next morning, at home. "I made copies of the pictures before they were deleted. If you change your mind and want a divorce, the pictures will be a part of that proceeding. You kiss, suck, fuck or do anything that I don't tell you to do, it's over."

Denise nodded.

"It's very clear that you liked being their slut. So, for the next six months, that's exactly what you're going to be... but for me. And you'll dress like one around me. I want you to dress like one tonight, in fact. We're going out to dinner, and you are going to dress like you want every man in the place to fuck you, right there. I want to see you in action. You understand?" Denise nodded, stunned by the direction of her husband's request and his demand. "I'm sure you do. You know all about getting men to fuck you. The silver dress I bought you, that you've never worn. At least not for me. Wear that tonight."

"Mike please. Don't..."

He looked at her, cold, a motionless stare, as he glared at her.

"Yes," she said softly.

That evening, Denise Franklin came down the stairs, dressed in the scanty, silver metal-mesh dress, that covered very little of her body. She was wearing makeup that made her look like she was ready to step on the set and film a porn movie, with dark, silver smoked eye makeup and long fluttering eyelashes. Her lips dripped with the thick, red lip gloss that she had covered them with. It was lip gloss that she had bought for the young men, and they all loved it when she wore it.

She had made her mind up. She was determined to win back the love of her husband. The silver party dress she wore left her small, firm breasts hanging out, exposed by the wide-open front of the club dress. The dress was slit all the way up the side, so when she sat, her body was exposed up to her waist, her long muscular legs flashing, as she moved or walked. Her five-inch, come-fuck-me high heels lifted her calf and butt muscles, and she looked amazing, Mike thought. He had to admit it. He'd never seen her looking any hotter.

The restaurant they went to was elegant, with soft lighting that dimmed in the open space, creating a close, intimate atmosphere, perfect for romance. For most couples, it would have been a romantic night out. But not for the Franklins. Mike and Denise sat at the table, but there was little conversation until Mike spoke up.

"See any guys in here you've fucked before?" Mike said, his pain and hurt thinly veiled, as he looked across the table at his wife. "Did you wear those panties for them? Mike said, sitting at the table, drinking the expensive Silver Oak Cabernet he had ordered. "The silver panties, with no crotch for easy access, the ones that you're wearing now? To get them to fuck you? Did you? Because if you wore them, it seemed to certainly have worked well."

"Yes," Denise muttered softly.

"Yes, what?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I wore them for them when they fucked me," she said quietly. "I'm not going to lie to you anymore."

"Take off your panties and put them on the table."

"Mike..." she said, trying to dissuade him.

Mike glared at her but said nothing. Slowly, Denise reached under the table and pulled the flimsy panties off, trying hard not to be noticed by others around them in the restaurant. Denise slowly put the panties up on the table, as Mike had told her. Mike's cock was rock hard as the stared at the silver panties spread out on the white linen tablecloth, the light from the candle on the table flickering on the glittering fabric of the skimpy underwear. They were clearly soaking wet. He reached over the table and clinked his wine glass to Denise's.

"To a new us. Now, put your fingers in your cunt. Just like they did, when they fingered you. Stick 'em in there, dear. Deep," he said. "Like a whore would."

She did as she was told, reaching under the table and sliding her fingers between her legs, and inserting them deep inside her moist vagina.

"Uuuuuuumm," she softly moaned out of reflex. Mike could hear her exhale as her fingers slipped deep into her cunt.

"Now, lick them. I'm sure you did that for them, too. Got their cocks nice and hard when you did that, I bet."

Her fingers were glistening and dripping as her hand emerged from under the table. Looking Mike straight in the eyes, Denise opened her lips, slippery and shining from the heavy, red lip gloss she had put on and slid two fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them, as she stared at him. Mike Franklin's cock couldn't have been any harder than at that moment. He tried to enjoy the filet mignon when it arrived, but his mind was elsewhere. It was under the table.

After dinner, Mike Franklin escorted his wife out of the restaurant and into their car, sitting in the parking lot. In the car, Mike unzipped his pants and pulled his rigid cock out.

"Pull your dress up," he ordered.

Denise didn't question and did exactly as she was told.

"Now, up here, straddle the console," he said.

What?" Denise said, confused.

"Get up here," Mike said, tapping the car console between the front seats.

She climbed up onto the console in the front seat, and sat there, her long slender legs now straddling it.

"Up," he demanded. "Lift up and put this inside you," he said, touching the gearshift lever, the large, black leather knob sitting atop the post in the console. "You're going to fuck the car, just like a slut would, to get men hot, to show what you can do, to sell it. Real sluts like you will fuck anything. Show me how you did it with them, turned 'em on. Got 'em hot."

Denise didn't object or hesitate. She could tell exactly how hurt and angry Mike was. Trying to change his mind would be hopeless.

"Aaaaauuu," Denise groaned, as the chrome shaft and the bulbous knob slid deep into her vagina.

"Oh... oh... Mike please..." she panted.

"Now, masturbate 'til you come. Come for me, slut. Show me what kind of slut you are going to be for the next six months. For the next six months, you are not my wife. You are my slut. My toy. Do you understand?" he said, his jaw clenched in anger, as her betrayal swept back over him, remembering that Trey had called her his 'fuck toy'.

She nodded.

"Now fuck it, slut. Get to work."

Denise began pumping her hips slowly on the gearshift. Then, she lifted her hand and began rubbing her clit as hard as she could, trying desperately to come. Finally, she threw her head down onto the dashboard and began furiously working her clit until she was swept up by her orgasm.

"AAAHHHHH!" she moaned, as she exploded, squirting liquid onto the car console. She sat there, breathing hard for several seconds, and then felt Mike's hands pressing against her bare backside as he lifted her up off the console.

"POP"

The sound of the shift lever pulling out of her dripping cunt was sharp and loud, as Mike pulled her naked backside over onto his lap, his rigid cock pressing hard against her. His hard cock was now poised at the opening of her stretched cunt.

"Put it in. Put my cock in your cunt. Yes. Do it," he told his wife.

"AAAaahhhh," she exhaled.

"Is that what you did when they put their cocks in you? Moan, like a cheap whore? Well, do it again. For me."

Denise moaned, as her husband's cock slid deep into her yielding vagina.

"My God, they fucked you a lot. You're so stretched. I can't believe it," Mike said, as he began to pump away at his wife, part in lust and part in anger.

"Mike, please," she panted, as he pounded into her, faster and faster.

Mike reached around and grabbed her small breasts in both hands and pinched down hard on her erect nipples. And he began to pump again, pushing his hips upward, pumping harder and harder into her backside.

"Uuuuhhhh," she groaned, as the pleasure and pain flashed from her cunt to her nipples.

"Yes, you like that, don't you? You like it rough, fucking a hard cock."

Denise came again, almost instantly.

"Muuuuuuuuhhhh," she moaned, as her body began to quiver and tremble from her climax.

It was never known if the restaurant had surveillance cameras in the parking lot. But if they did, someone got quite a show that night.

When they arrived home, it was immediately clear to Denise that Mike hadn't finished humiliating her for the night. It was obvious that Denise would have to do whatever Mike said to make amends, starting tonight.

"Strip," Mike ordered, as soon as they got through the front door. He watched his wife slowly peel the slinky, silver dress off and toss it to one side. She now stood naked in front of him, expecting the worst.

"Now, get down on the floor. Spread you ass. Use both hands. One finger in your cunt and one in your ass. Now spread it. Open those holes for me, like you did for them."

Denise could hear the hurt and the anger in her husband's voice, as he ordered her around. "Now, both hands, I said. Use the other hand, two fingers, one in each hole. Now spread your big cunt and your ass open. Invite me, like you did them."

Mike dropped his trousers, and his cock was throbbing and rock hard again. Seeing his wife humiliating herself in front of him immediately struck the right chord with his anger and his enraged lust. She had never been sexier in his eyes, never such a slut, as she worked to please him and to save the marriage and their love. Mike got down on the floor behind Denise, as she held her ass cheeks wide apart for him.

"Now, beg me to fuck you in the ass," Mike said.

"Please fuck my ass."

"Oh, you can do better than that. I bet you had to do a sexier ask than that to get them to put their cocks in your ass. And then I bet you begged to get the other guy to stuff his cock in your cunt at the same time. While the other guy fucked your ass. Did you like that?" Mike snarled.

"Please put that big cock in my ass. Fuck my ass. Hard. Now, please," she said

"Muuuhhhhh," she groaned as her husband entered her rectum.

He plunged his cock into her stretched asshole and instantly sank all the way in. He had expected to have to go slowly, to put his cock part of the way in, then a little more, as she gradually accommodated his rigid erection. But the reality was that he slid smoothly all the way in, his cock now fully buried in his wife's ass.

"You like it? You like that hard cock in your ass. Penetrating your hot little ass? With cocks going inside you. Jess told me some women really like that. Wanting cocks inside them. She does. Is that you, too? Do you?" he snapped, as he began to speed up, pounding his cock deep into her ass.

"Uhhhh," was all she said, as she grunted and Mike pummeled her backside.

"Do you like to be penetrated, a big cock in your ass? You've become such a hot fucking whore, and I didn't even know it. Well, you're going to be well fucked in the next six months," Mike snapped. "Every opening you have is mine."

"Aaaaaaaah, yes, every opening... yours..." Denise moaned, as she began to shake, another orgasm now twisting and rocking her body. Instantly, she felt the hot release of her husband's semen deep into her ass.

Chapter Four

Michael Franklin left a short note on the table to his wife, before they each left for work the next morning. There were instructions for her on the table. The note simply read: 'When you get home from work, prepare for a special night. We will be staying in. Dress and look as hot as the slut you are. Stay upstairs until I call you down.'

That evening Denise came home from work and did exactly as the note instructed. An hour later, she heard the front door open and noises downstairs.

"Denise, honey, I want you to come down here for a sec," Mike called up from downstairs.

Cautiously, Denise stepped down the stairs and into the living room. She had followed his instructions completely, trying to be as sexy and as stunning as she could. She hoped he would clearly see how much she loved him. She had put on a sheer, gold see-through dress, and wore no underwear. Her dark nipples formed erotic circles under the sheer gold fabric. She had put on five-inch gold stiletto heels that she had gotten herself for the young men, and headed down the stairs, expecting another intense sexual encounter with her husband.

"Oh my God!" she yelled, as she walked into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open. She winced as he saw her boss, Richard Ashton, sitting on the sofa, along with Sam, Carl and Pete, three of Mike's friends from the neighborhood. She instantly raised her arms, trying to cover her nakedness, on display clearly through the sheer fabric of the gold party dress.

"Richard, thanks for coming," Mike said calmly to Denise's boss. Richard owned the large real estate firm Denise worked for and he and Mike had become friends, socially. Richard had often confided in Mike that he would love it if Denise would spice herself up a bit and go into sales for the firm. Richard said he thought Denise had just what it would take to be a super real estate agent.

"Honey, I asked your boss to come over, along with a few of our neighbors. It's important that everyone knows what a slut you really are and how you are going to work very hard to get better at being a slut, while you work to save our marriage," Mike said, matter-of-factly.

"Hey, guys, let me ask you what you think about something. Denise is on a kind of probation with me. Here, let me show you. She loves cock and infidelity. Loves to fuck. So, this is how she's going to try trying to make amends. She's going to do whatever it takes to save our marriage. Isn't that true dear?"

"Yes," Denise said meekly, hanging her head and looking at the floor, as she covered her nakedness in embarrassment.

"You can put your arms down by your side. Just show everybody everything that you used to cheat on me with," Mike said. "Tits, cunt, ass. Everything," Mike said. Slowly, Denise lowered her arms and stood in front of the four seated men, as they devoured her with their eyes.

"And if she does manage to make amends after six months, she hopefully goes back to being my faithful, loving wife. Isn't that right dear," Mike said.

"Yes."

Mike tapped his phone and Denise's pictures came up, of her fucking the young men from the gym. Mike handed the phone over and the men all passed the phone around, after extensively viewing Denise engaged in sex with numerous men, in numerous ways.

"You can see, she's been blacked, even double fucked, so she certainly knows her way around men's cocks, and loves it. Isn't that right dear?" Mike said.

"Yes. Oh God, please don't, Mike."

"Denise, the guys asked a good question, and I don't know the answer. Did you squirt for your lovers, when they made you come?"

Denise cringed and dipped her head in shame. "Please don't."

"Sorry, I didn't get that?" Mike said, looking straight at his wife.

"Yes," she muttered softly.

"Good. So, why don't you get down on the floor and show Richard and our friends how you like to squirt for your men, your lovers. I'm sure it's impressive. You said anything to make it up to me, remember?" Mike said.

Trembling in humiliation, Denise slowly knelt on the floor and spread her legs apart. She reached down between her spread legs and reluctantly started to masturbate, making small circles on her clit with her fingers.

"No, no, dear. Move your ass around towards us and pull you dress up. We want to see what you did for them," Mike said, the edge sharp in his voice, obvious.

Denise slowly turned herself and was now on all fours with her ass facing the four men seated on the sofa. She slowly pulled her sheer dress all the way up and over her hips, so the men had a clear view into her naked ass and her widespread cunt. With tears now running down her face, Denise Franklin started to masturbate. To Denise, it felt like a lifetime, but it really didn't take long at all. Soon, the sounds of her wetness and arousal filled the room, as she worked frantically on her clit, trying to have an orgasm, as her husband told her. Then it happened.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," she moaned loudly, and she squirted wildly on the floor, her hand continuing to work and rub her clit frantically. When she was done, Mike walked slowly over to his wife, still kneeling on the floor, and began to scold her.

"Dear, look how horny you've made poor Richard," Mike said. "He has a hard cock now. What should you do? Dear? He is your boss, dear. What should a slut do around a hard cock? I'm not sure you should be doing that. Getting your boss's cock hard. Oh, but that's right. You like to do things you shouldn't do. Making men's cocks hard, you like that. Why don't you show your boss this new side of you that I've discovered. Denise, the slut. Do it. Show Richard the slut that works for him and that I'm married to."

Denise stood up and stared at her husband. "Please, Mike, don't do this."

Mike Franklin said nothing but coldly looked back at his wife.

Slowly, Denise removed her flimsy dress and tossed it to one side. She looked again over at Mike, hoping that he would say stop, that this was all a very bad joke to punish her. But it wasn't. She suddenly realized what Mike was going to make her do. Slowly, Denise stepped over to her boss, who was still seated on the sofa. She stood directly in front of him, now naked and trembling.

"Go ahead. Suck his cock. You've gotten good at that with your other men. That's what you know you are supposed to do. So, do it," Mike ordered. "Just like you did with them."

Denise leaned down and slowly grabbed the zipper pull on the massive bulge in her boss's crotch. Slowly, she unzipped his trousers. She had heard rumors that Richard Ashton had a huge cock, enormous. She thought it was just office gossip. But when she saw it, she couldn't believe the size and width of the erect monster now sticking straight up in front of her.

"Oh my God, I can't do that. It's so much bigger than I ever imagined."

"Dear, remember, you don't want to disappoint me or our friends. After all, you're the one who started the generosity with your cunt," Mike said. "You can't stop now."

Denise knelt down in front of her boss and opened her mouth and slowly lowered it onto his massive cock. She sucked for several moments, barely able to get any of the monster into her mouth. After several moments, Denise stood and stepped forward, straddling her boss. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his enormous cock.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" she groaned. "He's half-way in. Too big! Too big!" she gasped.

"He will go even deeper," Mike said. "Since you demonstrated how much you love big cocks, dear, he will. Make it fit. All of it."

Slowly and gradually, Denise pushed down, as the enormous cock stretched her wider and wider, little by little, until the massive erection had totally disappeared inside her.

"Damn," Richard Ashton muttered. "She did it. Not too many women can do that. Fuck. My wife can't even do that." With that, Richard began to thrust and push, driving his enormous meat deep into Denise's cunt. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, Denise began to pump and bounce on his giant cock, as it pounded deeper and deeper, slamming against the back wall of her cervix.

Denise looked around and the other men were now masturbating, with their cocks out, while Richard fucked her. The crazy sight of all the enflamed men tugging hard at their rigid cocks while watching her fuck, made her bounce harder and faster on the huge cock that impaled her.

"OOOOOOOO!! FULL!! FULL! SOOOO BIGGG!" she screamed, as the gigantic cock pounded inside her, and then she felt it. Her boss was coming inside her, filling her abused cunt with wave after wave of hot semen.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH," Richard groaned, as he drained himself into Denise. "Yes... yes..." he panted.

"Now, back down on your knees, slut," she heard her husband say, and she slid off her boss's cock and down onto the floor.

"Now, dear, show your boss and our friends your asshole," Mike said. "Go ahead. Turn and spread it wide apart, for them. You know how."

Slowly, Denise reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide apart for the men to see.

"Is there something you want to tell your boss and our friends about you asshole?" Mike said coldly.

"I let them fuck it. A lot," Denise said quietly.

"Did you enjoy it?" Mike asked.

"Mike, please..."

"Did you enjoy getting cocks in your little asshole?" Mike pressed.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a slut," Denise murmured.

Instantly, Michael dropped in behind Denise, and smeared Richard's cum from her cunt onto her asshole.

"Just so you know, guys, every hole is open," Mike said. And with that, he crammed his swollen, hard cock into her pink, puckered asshole.

"Oooooowwwwww," she moaned, as his cock sunk deep into her sore rectum.

The other men watched quietly as Mike fucked his wife in the ass in front of them for several minutes. Then, as quickly as he had begun, Mike suddenly pulled his cock out, reached over and grabbed Denise by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees.

"Every hole. Now, open your mouth. Stick your tongue out, slut," Mike ordered.

Denise was now on her knees, her face looking up at Mike, her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out. Then instantly, all the men stood and encircled Denise, and they began to furiously tug and pull on their rigid cocks. In moments, a stream of cum was raining down on to Denise's face and into her open mouth. Jets of semen flew through the air, and covered her face, her eyes, and pooled in her mouth.

"Now, see dear, wasn't that good? Guys, Denise is going to do whatever I tell her to do, so I'll put this out there. You guys are all good friends. Richard, you're her boss at work. If you want to borrow her to fuck, anytime for the next six months, just let me know first. If I agree, you're good. That's my rule, if you're interested. She's a slut, she's available. I'm going to be sharing her and her talents, so if you want it, it's there. If you do it without asking me, you're out."

"You kidding? We can fuck her?" one of Mike's friends asked.

"Denise?" Mike said to his wife.

Still kneeling in front of the men, Denise nodded, as strands of milky cum dripped down from her face. Silent, humiliated, Denise kneeled in front of them, cum now dripping down onto her small, firm breasts.

"Just no pictures and nothing posted," Mike said. "Those are the rules."

"If she doesn't deliver for you, we get divorced, and she's out, and gets nothing. She can become a porn star on the internet, or a street whore. I don't care, whatever she chooses to do with her cunt, is up to her. After six months, if she decides to stay and has earned it, she can."

"Do we still get to fuck her after six months?" a neighbor asked.

"Haven't figured that one out yet, Pete. I'll let you know," Mike said, as he looked down at his wife, the long strands of cloudy semen now dangling from her face.

End of Part One