Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy

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Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy

© 2006 by Just Plain Bullet

"Harder, Ralph! Fuck me harder!" Lucy was thrashing beneath me on the verge of a mammoth orgasm.

With a deep gruff voice I said, "I'll fuck you hard and you'll like it, baby."

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, Ralph. No one fucks me like you do. Oh, God, I'm going over..." Lucy's eyes were closed as her body clenched in the throes of orgasm. Her spasming pussy pulled me along with her and I came with a loud groan. We both collapsed onto the bed.

"That was one of the best, honey", I said with a contented smile.

Lucy agreed. "Ricky, you are so good to me." She rolled to her side and closed her eyes. In what seemed like an instant she was asleep.

We've reached the stage in our sex lives that we enjoy a bit of role playing. Hence the "Ralph" moniker. Ralph is this big burley blue collar type guy who lives down the street from us. His kid is the street bully, but Ralph himself is okay when taken in small doses. And he definitely has the hots for Lucy.

I'm Rich; Rich Adams. I was Rich my entire life until I started dating Lucy. Suddenly it was 'Ricky and Lucy' – 'Lucy and Ricky'. Everyone thought it was so fucking funny. Except for me.

What the heck. Lucy is a great looking woman, at least to me. Most people agree she's the best looking mother on the block, if that means anything. We get along well. Our interests coincide. I guess I could put up with people calling me 'Ricky'.

We dated, got married, had a kid or two – I think it's two. Moved to the neighborhood. Joined the PTA. Entered a bowling league. Bitched about property taxes. Argued from time to time. And tried to fit a sex life into our day to day existence.

So this role playing gig has been working out pretty well. I'm a natural born mimic. Always have been. I do Bogie and the Duke; Jimmy Cagney, Carey Grant. I do a great Donald Duck. And ever since Lucy and I got together, my Desi Arnez has been perfecto. "Lucy, You've got some splainin' to do! AH, HAH HAH HAH HAH!!" Yeah I'm a big hit at parties.

I did most of my teachers in high school. I was famous for my take on Mr. Weaver, my chemistry teacher. So it goes without saying that I've got most of my friends and a lot of the guys in the neighborhood down cold.

So when we role play, we ROLE PLAY! Lucy closes her eyes and I do Ralph or Petie or John Davis, or Jimmy Witmer. Just about any of our acquaintances. So she can imagine she's fucking some semi-stranger.

But here's my secret, a secret I haven't even told Lucy. Like a lot of guys, I kind of get off on the idea of my wife fucking other men. I know that puts me in some category of wimp/cuckold to some people. I don't know, it just appeals to me.

Of course, we've never done anything like that. But I can't say the thought hasn't occurred to me. I don't know if it has occurred to Lucy. I never asked her. But I've got a plot going now. I've been thinking on it for quite a while and now I guess it's time that I shit or get off of the pot.

Next weekend it goes down. My plan is simple; simple but devious. Have a little party just for the two of us. Ply her with a bit of the old bubbly. Make sure she is flying high and feeling raunchy. Get her into bed and get her started by doing a medley of my greatest hits in bed: Ralph followed by Joey Gallo maybe, a bit of John Davis, who Lucy thinks is sexy. By the time I've gotten myself off, she'll be ready for round two. I plan on having three or four actual friends in the rec room waiting their turn. With Lucy too hot to think about it, she'll be in the middle of a gang bang before she knows it. Simple.

I recruited the guys I thought most likely to agree. Ralph was a sure thing from the beginning. He's always been hitting on Lucy. Whenever Lucy was outside gardening in a pair of shorts, Petie Jordan was usually hanging around his porch watching. I figured him for a possible entrant in the Lucy sweepstakes. John Davis? Well John Davis is just a scuzzbag slime ball. Of course he'll be happy for the opportunity of fucking Lucy, with or without my permission.

If these guys were willing, I suppose three guys at a gang bang (plus one or course - me) was probably enough for Lucy's initiation. Maybe in the future we could go for more guys, but really, you reach a point where it is just a bit tacky. Just overboard a bit, don't you know?

I talked to each guy individually. They all reacted about the same. 'What?!! You kiddin' me? Where's the candid camera? Are you sure? Are you serious? Shit, man I'm in!'

Or something like that.

My target day was Saturday night. The various wives of the participants were informed of an alleged poker game being held at my house that night to be attended by each one's husband. Of course, this wasn't mentioned to my wife. I planned to surprise her on Saturday night with the fucking of her life. Since most of us in the neighborhood were only casual acquaintances, there was little chance of Lucy talking to a wife and learning about the poker game.

Came the fateful day. I had convinced Lucy to stash the kids at the in-laws' place. Lucy's mother was always eager to take the opportunity to bad mouth me to my kids.

By early evening my plan was well in gear. I had two bottles of champagne on ice. The first one was a bottle of Mumm's Cordon Rouge. The second was some cheap shit. I figure by the time you get to the second bottle, you can't really taste it that much anyway, so why waste money on the good stuff?

By 7 PM, Lucy was well on the way to being shit-faced. We watched some romantic chick flick, the kind that really gets her juices flowing. I chose "The Bridges of Madison County". First, I do a fairly accurate Clint Eastwood: "A man's got to know his limitations." Second, it's about an extramarital affair. I wanted Lucy to be thinking in that direction. Third, Clint takes his shirt off and rubs his body with water. Lucy always gets hot during that scene. And finally, the ending is a major tear jerker. Why that gets a woman hot I'll never understand. But I'm not shy about taking advantage of that fact.

When the movie finished, I picked up Lucy and carried her up to our bedroom. My timing was perfect. I flipped the back porch light switch a few times so the boys would know to sneak in the kitchen and tiptoe down to the basement rec room. They were to stay there till I gave them the signal to join in.

As I walked, I became Ralph, with his deep voice and blunt mannerisms. I fondled Lucy's sweet little tits on the way up; somewhat roughly I might add. And every now and then my left hand snuck a feel of her increasingly damp pussy. I had her going all right. Tonight was going to be really special.

I dropped her on the bed none too gently and began tearing her clothes off of her.

In a softer voice with a bit of a Southern drawl I said, "Luce, you know I've wanted you ever since we made out at the New Year's Eve party."

Lucy still had her eyes closed. She replied "Me too, Petie." Suddenly Lucy's eyes flashed open with a look of fear in them. Caught!

I just smiled benignly as I continued to strip her. In Petie mode I said, "Tonight I'm going to give you what we both wanted then. Just lay back and relax little darlin' and let Petie take care of you."

Lucy closed her eyes and quickly got back into the mood. Quickly? More like frantically. Her body was rubbing against my hands as the clothes flew off of her. She began to moan.

She was on the bed, naked, with her arms back over her head; completely open to sexual assault. My clothes were gone in an instant and I climbed between her legs.

The need for foreplay had been eliminated by the two bottles of wine, the movie, and some dirty talk. So instead of a slow buildup I dove straight for her cunt. My tongue slid between her lips for a taste test. She tasted good. She tasted ready.

My lips clamped around her clit. Lucy let out a high-pitched squeal. "Oh God, Petie! Eat me! Suck it good, Petie!"

Lucy's hips began to slam up from the bed into my mouth. I slid a one finger, then two into her eager pussy. She was building up rapidly to her release. But I'm too much of a prick to let her off so easily. I began to slow her down a bit, lessening the pressure on her clit. I reversed my fingers and drummed once or twice on her G-spot just to remind her that I was still there.

She couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck me, Petie! Stick it in me."

I personally had enough of Petie, the motherfucker. Sniffing around my woman at parties as if I wouldn't notice. Instead I changed over into John Davis mode.

John's voice has a bit of a lilt and he always seems to be about to laugh. Everything seems to amuse him and he always is on the make. For some reason it didn't piss me off when he hit on my wife. He hit on everyone's wife. He was an equal opportunity motherfucker.

"Lucy, I'm gonna stick this in you and take you for a magic ride."

Lucy caught on immediately. Her eyes still closed she said, "Come on, John. Do it. Don't you be fooling with me! I need that dick of yours right now!"

I positioned my cock head between her pussy lips and slid in to the hilt in a single stroke. Lucy moaned once and we were off!

I began slamming into her. Dang I was pretty hot myself by this time, imagining her with these other guys. I was even hotter knowing that in a few minutes John, Ralph, and Petie would be doing her for real.

We got into the rhythm of fucking. We weren't doing the foxtrot or any damn slow dance. We were doing the horizontal Tango, fast and furious.

I shouted out some John Davis comments to keep her going. And just as I felt that both of us were really close, I leaned my mouth next to Lucy's ear and Petie whispered to her, "This time it's for real darlin'."

Lucy screamed and began to cum. And cum. And cum! I was squirting my milky load into her until I thought it would never stop.

But stop it did. I rolled off of her. Lucy lay there with her eyes closed, coming down from the high.

She murmured, "That was so good, Ricky. You sure know how to push my buttons."

I smiled. Now was the time to say it. "We're not done yet, Lucy. The real Ralph, Petie, and John are down in the basement waiting for their turns. We'll give you the fucking of your life tonight."

Lucy laughed, delighted. "You are so funny, Ricky. Your perverted mind never ceases to amuse me. Next week you can make believe you are that humongous black guy you work with, Clarence Johnson. And I'll pretend that Little Ricky is a really Big Dick."

I said, "Huh??"

Lucy rolled over and closed her eyes. Already I could hear that little snore sound she makes emitting from her somnolent form.

I said, "What the fuck?" The bitch was asleep! Now what?

I wandered from the bedroom down the stairs, then down more stairs into the basement rec room. The three guys were in various states of undress. All three looked at me expectantly as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

I said, "Any of you guys up for a circle jerk?"