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Making My New Wife a Slut

bydatwayne©

I made my wife into a slut. It took nearly a year, but now she fucks anyone I want, anywhere I want, and anytime I want.

Vicki wasn't always a slut, but she wasn't shy, either. When I met her she had just turned forty, but looked more like thirty. I was six years older than her. She had been married before and was divorced about a year when she came to work in the same office I do. I noticed her immediately because she was so damned good looking. Five four, about 115 pounds, a 36 D chest (as I found out later) and generally wore shorter, but not slutty, skirts to work.

One day she was getting some files from the bottom draw of a file cabinet. As I walked into the area where she worked, she had just squatted down to pull open the drawer. Of course, her skirt rode up and as I took a quick look at her thighs, I noticed something more...she wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was clearly visible between her legs. She was intently looking for the file she wanted and hadn't noticed me walk into the room. Rather than get caught looking up her dress, I turned towards the bulletin board on the wall beside me and asked her if she knew when the next employee investment seminar was being held.

She immediately jumped up and walked towards me. She said she hadn't seen a new flyer yet, but would call Human Resources and let me know. I turned, smiled at her as I thanked her, and walked back to my office.

About a week after that several of us went out for a drink after work. As the married employees left one after the other, I stayed until it was only Vicki and I. I bought her another drink and asked if she wanted to have dinner. She told me she had promised to go see her mother that night, but she'd loved to go to dinner the next night. I picked her up Saturday evening and that was the start of our romance.

When we were dating she often went out in a skirt or dress without panties or a bra. I liked the idea that other guys might get a quick peek of her and found it to be extremely erotic. We dated for about a year and then got married. We took a cruise on our honeymoon and settled down making a home for two.

About six months after we were married, we were sitting at a bar and another guy sat on the other side of her. She was wearing a short skirt and I knew she had no panties on. I never did figure out if the guy caught a glimpse of her pussy or just found her attractive, but that night started me thinking. I teased her about her new-found "boyfriend" and she laughed it off.

A few weeks later we were out again at a different bar. Vicki was wearing a new dress she had just bought and it was much shorter that most of her clothes. Another guy sat beside us and openly flirted with Vicki, who had enough to drink to really enjoy his attention. I could see she was trying to sit so that he couldn't see up her dress. When he went to the restroom, I joked with her and told her to stop trying so hard to block his view...that I wouldn't be upset if he saw her pussy. At first she laughed about the idea, but as he bought her drink after drink, including several shots, she must have warmed up to the idea. Soon I noticed that she was no longer trying to hide the view up her dress and on occasion I saw him taking advantage of that view.

When we went home at closing time, Vicki was really...and I mean really...drunk. We fucked for a while and then she was about ready to pass out. As she drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, I decided to start my plan. I talked to her, quietly and softly. I said, "Did you like him looking at your pussy?"

She would answer, "Yes."

Then I'd say, "You want lots of guys to look at your pussy, don't you?"

Again she would answer, "Yes."

I'd continue, "You're going to let guys look at your pussy, aren't you?"

Again, "Yes".

Then, "Tell me what you want. Tell me you want guys to look at your pussy."

She said, "I want guys to look at my pussy".

I'd say, "You want lots of guys to look at your pussy."

Again, "Yes."

I continued, saying, "Then tell me what you want."

She'd say, "I want lots of guys to look at my pussy."

Then I'd say, "Tell me again what you want."

She'd repeat, "I want lots of guys to look at my pussy."

After having her repeat that about 3 times, I'd say, "You're going to let guys look at your pussy, aren't you?"

She'd answer, "Yes".

Again, I'd say, "Tell me what you're going to do."

She said, "I'm going to let lots of guys look at my pussy."

I'd have her repeat this about 3 times. I thought I would stop at that and not press my luck tonight. I'd wait and see if my amateur attempt at giving her a "hypnotic suggestion" would work.

The next weekend, I took her to a bigger club where there was a band and dancing. When she got dressed in her short dress again, I noticed she did not put on any panties. At the club, we found a high table that had barstools and started ordering drinks. I danced with her a few times and noticed that every time we returned to the table, she would sit on her barstool, allow her dress to ride up, and did not attempt to hide the view up her skirt from anyone.

As the night went on, it became obvious that several guys were noticing her short dress and the view of her shaved pussy. One of them came over and started a conversation while the band was on break. When they returned, he asked if I would be offended if he danced with my wife. I laughed and said, "No, if she wants to dance, I have no problem with that." Vicki got up and went out on the dance floor with him.

When the band started their second song, Vicki and her friend stayed on the dance floor. Several dancers where "going down" as they danced...bending their knees and squatting near the floor. Vicki started doing the same thing. While I couldn't see her when she went down, I knew that her dress would ride up and her pussy would be exposed to her dance partner. They danced one more fast dance and then came back to the table. I could tell by the obvious erection showing in the guy's jeans that he probably had a pretty clear view of her pussy while they were dancing.

Vicki danced with the guy a few more times, including a couple of slow dances. Finally, when the guy realized all he was going to get from her was a peek and nothing more, he excused himself and went back to his buddies. Meanwhile, Vicki had drank all the Jello shots and drinks he had bought and was really drunk on the way home. I started playing with her, first rubbing her pussy, then opening her blouse and playing with her nipples. Eventually, I got the blouse off of her.

When we got home, I parked the car in the driveway and started seriously playing with her pussy. I finally got her skirt off. After she came twice, I suggested we go inside and continue this in the bedroom. I picked up her clothes and said, "No one's out this time of night. You don't need these."

Vicki got out of the car carrying her small shoulder purse and wearing only the heels she had worn to the club. We turned the front door light on when we had left, so she walked, naked, right up to the front door and waited for me to lock up the car and unlock the front door. While I still don't know if anyone looked out their window to see us, I moved as slow as I could in hopes that someone would see her walking naked up our walk from the driveway to the front door.

After fucking her several times, she again became very drowsy and I started my little conditioning routine again. This time I got her to say that she wanted to show everyone her pussy and wanted other guys to fuck her.

The next morning we talked about the guy she danced with. She admitted when she slow danced with him she could feel his hard cock inside his pants and that several times he brushed his fingers across her breasts on the dance floor. She got concerned that I would get upset, but I told her I didn't mind as long as she was enjoying herself. We started talking about her showing her pussy. She was aware her pussy was visible in the club and didn't seem to mind. We even came up with some ways for her expose herself even more in a bar.

One of the plans we came up with was for her to keep her feet on the higher rail of the barstool. Then, when she got up to go dancing or to go to the restroom, she would step down to the floor with one leg while the other remained on the top rail for a few moments. If she turned her barstool towards the guy on the other side of her, this would give him a clear view of her pussy. I even came up with a way to extend the viewing time without being too obvious. After she put one foot on the floor while facing the guy, she would look over her opposite shoulder, asking me to watch her purse while she was gone. If she could kiss me without falling off the stool, she'd do that, too, as she had her legs apart. And, the final idea was a hard, fast rule. She would never look down at her skirt. That way the guy would think that she was unaware of how far up her legs her dress had ridden and would not catch on that she was doing it deliberately.

We had some family plans the next two weekends, but then went back to the same club. Vicki had bought several more short dresses, including the spandex "little black dress" that she wore that night. We sat at the bar for a while, but when that didn't create any interest, we moved to one of the high tables again. As Vicki climbed onto her bar stool, she "shrugged" her shoulders, pulling the dress up to the top of her thighs when she sat down.

Much like the other night, guys noticed her and came to the table. This time two different guys alternated dancing with her, while a third showed up late in the evening to get one or two dances with her. Vicki was really enjoying all the attention she was getting. Again, though, she left the guys standing at the bar with hard-ons and we drove home.

Again I got Vicki to take off her dress and walk to the door naked. Between the guys flirting with her at the bar and her standing naked on our front step with the light on, I almost came in my pants as I slowly unlocked the front door. We must have fucked for nearly an hour that night.

While Vicki had plenty to drink at the club, she didn't seem to be as drunk as before, so I didn't try any suggestions this night. However, we did talk about the guys at the bar. Vicki was concerned that if she got too drunk with these guys, that "something" could happen and she didn't want to "cheat" on me. I told her that the idea of "cheating" was really the lies and deception that people went through to hide their actions. I told her that if something happened I would expect her to tell me all about it and she should expect that I would not get upset with her. That seemed to calm her fears.

We went to the club and a couple of other bars over the next several weeks. Vicki's skirts and dresses were getting shorter and her pussy was viewable almost all night long. I also talked her into unbuttoning even more buttons on her blouse or the front of her button dress. Guys would always dance with her and when we got home she'd tell me (after her naked walk to the front door) that the guys had their hands on her ass, her thighs, and sometimes her breasts. I always told her that was fine and I wanted her to enjoy herself.

In mid-October, we spent a weekend at a large city a few hours away to do some shopping for the upcoming holidays. We stayed at a hotel and we went out to the club in the hotel. Of course, Vicki wore a short skirt, a semi-sheer blouse with lots of buttons undone, and danced with different guys most of the night. The second night we went out, we were sitting at the bar and a guy sat beside Vicki. It was obvious he saw her pussy several times. He kept buying drinks and shots for both of them and by closing time we left the bar, Vicki and the guy holding onto each other since neither could have stood on their own.

We rode up in the elevator to his floor. He said he had a bottle in his room and invited us to have a nightcap. I said yes and we walked down the hall toward his room with him and Vicki holding onto each other. By now, they were kissing frequently and I acted like I didn't even notice. When we got to his room, I got his key from him and opened the door. Vicki collapsed on the bed, her skirt so high that her pussy was fully visible. He got his bottle and some glasses. I told him we'd need some ice and mixer and volunteered to go down the hall to get it.

I took the ice bucket from his room and, keeping his door key, left to get the ice and a couple of sodas from the machines at the end of the hall. I took my time, and then walked slowly back to the room. I quietly opened the door and stepped into the room. My wish had come true. He was on top of Vicki, fucking her with all the energy he had left. Vicki's dress was pulled up to her waist and down off her breasts and she had her legs wrapped around his ass, moaning and shouting, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder."

I quietly set the ice and sodas on the table and sat in one of the chairs, watching my wife get a hard pounding from a guy she had met only 5 hours before. I pulled my cock out of my pants and stroked it faster and faster. After 10 or 15 minutes, he came in her, filling her pussy with his white goo. Vicki had come 2 or 3 times during that same period of time. Once he had blown his load, he collapsed on top of her. I could tell by their breathing that both of them were passed out. After I cleaned myself up, I pulled him off of Vicki. He grunted a few times, but was beyond the ability to wake up. I got Vicki to her feet, picked up her shoes, and threw her over my shoulder. I left the room, carried her to the elevator, and up to our room. I put her on our bed, pulled her dress completely off, and fucked her, thinking about watching her fuck the guy two floors down. I don't think she even knew I was fucking her.

The next morning, Vicki was still sleeping. I went down to the lobby, got two cups of coffee and some donuts, and brought them back to the room. She must have heard me coming through the door and woke up. I gave her the coffee and a donut, took off my clothes, and crawled back into bed with her. After she drank some of her coffee, she must have started remembering the night before. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry...I didn't know what I was doing last night".

I smiled at her. "And what we're you doing last night", I asked.

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "I fucked that guy we met. I don't even remember his name. Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

She looked like she was going to cry. "Hey", I said. "Do you remember our talk last summer about cheating?"

She looked at me and said, "You mean when you said it wasn't cheating if I didn't lie about it?"

"Yes," I answered, "that was the one. I'm not upset with you. You weren't cheating. I was there and if I wanted I could have stopped it...but I didn't."

She wrapped her arms around me and we started fucking. It was probably the best fuck we had ever had. Later, as we lay their holding each other, she asked, "So, why didn't you stop it?"

I smiled at her again, pulled her body close to me and whispered in her ear, "Because I wanted to watch you fuck him."

She rolled over and kissed me. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Very serious," I said. "I wanted to watch you fuck another man and you gave me that. I want you to fuck other men, too."

She looked me in the eye and asked, "How will I know if you want me to fuck someone else?"

I kissed her again and whispered, "Because I'll tell you. I'll tell you who I want you to fuck. Will you do that?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Anytime you want. Just tell me. I'll fuck anyone you want."

At that point she became my slut wife. She fucks anyone I want her to fuck. She fucks them anytime I want her to. And she fucks them anywhere I want her to. And she still walks to the door naked at night!

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by Anonymous01/03/14

wow

great story, now you have a dirty little wife slut but one that you control,
dangerous yes - very but at the same time watching another guy fill your wifes pussy with spunk must be amazing,, lucky girlmore...

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