My Wife the Slut

My wife, Sonya and I had been together for 15 years before the boredom sat in. Not so much with me, but I could tell she was seriously bored.

The kids were now teenagers, and she didn't have to tend to them anymore.

She wanted to go out and party a little bit as she was only 33 and never got to do that because of our 14- and 13-year-old children.

Let me describe my wife. She is gorgeous, 5'3" 108lbs. tight body, big B cups, and an ass to die for.

So, on Friday night we went out to a club, and she decided to drink Cape Cod's (Vodka and Cranberry juice). After a couple of drinks, we danced to about 6 songs and then we sat back down to cool off and I had my second beer (I was driving) and she had two more Cape Cod's. I am not much of a dancer, and she had been taking it easy on me while we were on the floor.

This group at the next table had to be basketball players. They were all over 6'5" and well-dressed black men with fit athletic bodies. I couldn't help but notice that they were eyeing my wife while we were dancing. Anyhow, I had to use the restroom and went to the bar for another drink for her.

When I came back ten minutes later, she was no longer at our table, but she had moved over to their table and was talking with them. When I handed her the drink, she asked if she could dance with James. James was 6'8" tall and had to be 300 pounds of solid muscle. I said sure and she said to pull up a chair we were joining these gentlemen at their table.

Well, she danced with every one of these guys for the rest of the night. No, she didn't have sex with any of them. But she had such a good time dancing with them that it put into a series of events that took us to where we are today.

I can't remember all the details, but the Friday night dancing became a ritual after that night. It started once a month and progressed to every Friday night. She would dance with me and then with other men who had the courage to ask her. Sometimes, she would go and ask them. After a couple of years of this, I became bored with it, and she found a couple of girlfriends that she worked with who would go out with her on Fridays.

After about a year, she told me that they were going to this club on the other side of town. I asked her if that was a good idea as that side of town was predominantly black and it was where our city's drug problem was most prevalent. She told me not to worry as some of the black men they had been dancing with invited them, and when they showed the same concerns, they were told that they would be protected by these men.

A couple of months and about 9 Fridays later, she comes home at her usual 1 am and I wake up on her arrival as we generally have sex at this time because she is worked up. Tonight, she seemed distraught. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that Marcus had kissed her. I told her it was not that big a deal, but she said it was because she kissed him back. Furthermore, if her friend Sherry hadn't intervened, she would probably be at Marcus house having sex right now. She said he was an excellent dancer and was grinding on her throughout the night. This had her all worked up because she could feel his penis rubbing up against her and he was huge.

She started crying and told me she was so sorry. I looked at her and asked her if she really wanted to be with Marcus or was it his big black cock that she wanted. She looked at me with a look that was hard to describe and asked me what I meant. I said, "do you have any love for this man, or are you just wanting to feel his big penis for your sexual satisfaction." I could tell this threw her off. She sat there for a couple of minutes and told me that she wasn't in love with Marcus. He was just the most forceful man that she had danced with, and he was really rubbing his package on her. She also said that other guys had rubbed their penises on her and they were all big as well. But none of them had ever pushed her buttons like Marcus had that night.

She said that she was not going dancing for a while so she could figure this out. I thought about it for a few days and on Tuesday evening I asked her more about what Marcus did that Friday. We talked for a while, and I realized that my wife had a submissive streak. It seemed to get worse with alcohol and an intimidating man pressing her just made it worse. That and she really wanted to try a big cock. Now we had to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk about where we were going from here. She just wanted to stop going out, so she didn't have the temptation. I looked at her and told her that would be fine, but the sex when she woke me up after her dancing was always the highlight of my week. She said that it was her favorite as well.

It took about three weeks for her to realize why she was going out every Friday. She was bored at home. During this time, I had been experimenting with her submissiveness. It was a little funny how I could suggest that she do something, and she would do it without complaint. Now, up to this point, her idea of club wear was conservative. Nice dresses, but below the knee and hardly any cleavage. I had always wanted her to wear dresses that were racier and sexy. Maybe even slutty.

So, I decided that I was taking her shopping one Saturday morning. We went to several stores and bought a couple of better dresses, but I wasn't finding what I was looking for at any of them. One clerk suggested an adult bookstore at the edge of town.

Now this was more like it. They had slit dresses that her hips stuck out the sides uncovered, and they had a couple of dresses that were open at the side and you could see what color panties and bra she had on when wearing them. The clerk there told her that most people didn't wear undergarments with those dresses. My wife was mortified about this idea. I bought both of those dresses and told her that we needed to find some shoes to go with them. One of the other shops had some 5" fuck me pumps that were perfect for the effect.

The following Friday I made her put on extra makeup and put on one of her outfits and took her dancing. I told her that she would be fine with me there and she couldn't turn down anyone for a dance and she would not only not protest their advances, but she would encourage them. She looked at me wide eyed and said that she would do as I asked.

Well, it only took a couple of dances for the younger black men to realize that they could feel her up on the dance floor. After 5 or 6 drinks, she was feeling no pain and was reciprocating their advances. Then, a little after midnight, a hip hop song came on and the young black turned her around and started grinding on her. They were in the crowd for two more songs and the next time they appeared it looked like he was fucking her on the dance floor. I watched intensely and realized that they were indeed fucking right there on the dance floor. It was a dark corner, and you had to be really watching to be sure.

When she came back to the table, I asked her if he was fucking her and she started crying. I told her it was fine if he was fucking her. I just wanted her to look me in the eye and tell me so. She raised her head and through red eyes said that he was indeed fucking her on the dance floor. She said that it felt so good that she forgot who and where she was at the time.

I told her it was fine and did she want to stay and dance or go home.

She said she was enjoying herself, but she was afraid that she would end up getting fucked again if she went out on the dance floor.

I asked her if she enjoyed the fucking she had earlier.

She answered in the affirmative.

I told her that if she was enjoying herself that it was only sex. She had better not give any of them her heart.

She looked at me and asked if I was not upset over her having sex with a black guy.

I told her that my dick was hard thinking about it. She reached over and felt my hardness and smiled. Just then, and big black guy asked her if she wanted to dance some more.

She looked at me smiled and went onto the floor with this guy and a song later they were walking out the door with him. I got up and went outside and seen them getting into an SUV with tinted windows and flashy wheels. I walked over and could see her silhouette kissing him and bouncing on his lap. I went back inside. Twenty minutes later she walked back inside and went straight to the bathroom.

She danced with two more black guys before we left, and they both got to her as well. My loving shy wife was now officially a slut. She was hot when we got home at about 2 and fucked me until 6. She was telling me how much she loved me repeatedly. Her wet pussy was like sinking into butter. We slept until noon.

The next morning the guilt came back to her and so I made love to her again to reinforce how much I loved her being a slut. She didn't want to go out for 3 more weeks.

On the fourth week, she put on the other slut dress and shoes and was ready when I got home. She told me that she had found out about a little bar where white couples went to get the wife a "Bull" for her to have sex. We could go there, and she could have fun starting with dinner as they served good food. So off we went. She sat down and I didn't recognize her. Her knees were 18" apart all through our meal and she had pulled the back of that short skirt up and her bare ass was on the seat. All her charms were on display.

Well, it didn't take long for the bulls to notice new pussy in the room. Especially since that pussy was clearly on display for their enjoyment.

That night she picked up a couple guys who were roommates and we went to their house, and I got to watch my wife get two 10+ inch cocks at the same time. I was afraid that one was going to rip her ass. But she took it like a trooper and fucked those two guys several time until they were worn out.

She went back to that little bar about once a month for a couple years. She would pick up 3 to 5 guys most nights and would have a gangbang that she thoroughly enjoyed. I really enjoyed watching her get her pleasure.

She suddenly stopped and didn't want to go out for three months. I couldn't figure out what was going on with her. I asked and she told me she realized that she was going to be 40 next month and she wasn't sure if she should stop having sex with black men. She also said that she also might want to have a next level slutty adventure. She asked what I thought about it.

I told her I didn't see how she could get any better at being slutty.

She just smiled and said challenge accepted.

On the week of her birthday, she was secretive. She said that she would reveal her plans on that night. I had bought her a diamond tennis bracelet, but she did not want her gift until the next day. We would have a party that Saturday for the family, and we would celebrate on Friday with just me and her.

I wondered what she had in mind but hoped it would be her letting go for the evening. I had no idea how good she was at being slutty. She apparently had thought this out well.

Friday, I got off work and went home to shower. She was in a robe doing her makeup. She had her hair done and it was shaved on the side. She waited until I was dressed and told me to wait downstairs and she would be down in 5 minutes. When she walked out of the bedroom I was floored. She was wearing a worn out wifebeater and cheap flip flops. The shirt came to just below her crotch and you could clearly see the landing strip of pubic hair and her nipples. She had taken slut to new heights. She looked like a porn star unconcerned if anyone saw her naked.

She looked at me and said take me to the club.

I asked her if she was sure about this as she hadn't been there in a while and the last time she was fucked on the dance floor.

She smiled at me and said the shirt and shoes will probably be lost tonight and grab a towel for her to sit on for the ride home.

When we got to the club, she walked straight in and headed over to a dark corner that always had black guys seated in the booth and asked if we could join them. She told me to grab a nearby chair, and she would sit in his lap, pointing to one of the four guys who was sitting in the middle of the booth.

Then she proceeded to climb over two guys to get to him. Once on his lap, and he was sitting with his legs spread so she could put her legs inside of his, she put her legs on the outside of his, so her pussy was staring all of us in the face. She then grabbed his right hand and brought it to her crotch and turned and kissed him with all her tongue. She then whispered something we couldn't hear, but she then raised up and he freed his cock which was getting hard and huge and she then sat back down on it fully.

Watching her undulate on his lap and turn around to kiss him was giving me a hard on. It was the sluttiest display that I had ever seen.

When he came in her, she leaned over to the guy next to him and whispered something in his ear. He unbuckled and dropped his pants down and she climbed on his lap facing him this time. She immediately started kissing him with enough passion that made me jealous. She made him cum in less that 5 minutes. She climbed off him and excused herself to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came back in 5 minutes, she climbed over the other black to get to the next one in the middle. This guy already had his dick out and she stopped halfway in and started to give this guy a blow job. While she is blowing him the only guy left reaches up to this bitch in his lap and dips his middle finger in her pussy and swirls it around, pulls it out. Then sticks it in her ass. She made a noise but never stopped sucking the dick in her mouth.

Now she had taken quite a few black dicks in the last few years, but when number 4 slid out from under her and dropped his pants I was scared for her. It wasn't so much the length, which was long, as it was the width. My god he was thicker than a beer can and as long as two of them.

He looked over at me and smiled. Then he spit in his palm and rubbed it on his dick and rubbed the head on her pussy for even more lubrication. Then he put it up against her ass and started to push.

Number 3 grabbed her head to keep his dick in her mouth more to keep her quiet than of concern for the blow job.

It took 15 minutes for number 4 to work that monster into my wife's ass. By then she had swallowed a mouthful of cum. He took her to at least 7 orgasms before he pumped her ass full of cum.

I couldn't believe that nobody seemed to be noticing what was going on back here even if we were secluded. She got up when he was finished and headed to the restroom.

When she came back, she kissed # 4 on the cheek and asked him to give me his number as she wasn't carrying her phone tonight. And she walked away while he was giving me his number and told me his name was James.

She then went over to the dance floor and started dancing alone. I found a seat and sat down to watch her dance. She picked up a partner and the DJ played a hip hop song. She whispered into this guy's ear and headed over to the dark corner of the floor and he pulled out his erection and she bent over and started grinding on it. Eight songs and two dance partners later she headed back to the bathroom to clean up.

I watched # 4 from earlier get up and go into the hallway at the bathroom. 15 minutes later and she still hadn't appeared. So, I had to piss anyways.

I headed into the men's room and there was my wife sitting on the counter taking that 14-inch beer can wide cock in her pussy this time. She was sucking on his tongue and telling him that she loved how he made her feel. He fucked her for the next twenty minutes and finally came in her.

She looked at me and said, "I didn't recognize James, but I danced with him and teased him that first night years ago when we went out and I started dancing with black men. I said, "It was, I didn't recognize him either."

I asked her if she was done for the night or did she want to keep going. She looked at me and asked if she could go home with James and his roommates.

When they dropped her off the next day, she had 30 minutes to get ready for the party with our family. She said she would tell me about it later. She was wearing a t-shirt and had dried cum on her crotch, legs, in her hair and all over her neck and tits.

She showered and we had the family party with the kids being none the wiser. We sat around and talked about getting older and how we must not be having as much fun as when we were younger. I just smiled and agreed.

The next day over breakfast she told me that she only got two hours of sleep. And that was from 10 AM to noon. She had fucked all of them repeatedly and that they had triple penetrated her 4 different times. And she asked me if she could ever just go back and have sex with James. She said that just thinking about him fucking her makes her cum.

I told her that I was fine with her fucking anyone she wants if she still had sex with me and came home to me.

She kissed me and said I am the only man she loves.

I said I heard her tell James she loved him.

She said that I was mistaken. She said she loved how he fucked her.

That was six months ago and every other Friday Sonya dresses up in a sexy outfit and goes to dinner with James. Then, they go somewhere and fuck, he watches her get fucked by his friends, or they go dancing. And on Saturday at about noon, she comes home, and life goes back to normal.

She still has that paper thin wife beater. I asked about it, and she said she would wear it on her in birthday this year. She also said that James was coming with because she was getting a Queen of Spades tattoo and was going to wear a collar that said "black owned " on it and James would be holding her leash.

I love my slutty wife.