Erin's World Ch. 06

After I fucked his friend, my husband and I sat down (again) and discussed where this was all going over the next few days. Every detail I gave only made him beg for more. It had to be humiliating. He had to hear how his friend, who comes over all the time, had his wife and had her screaming. He cringed when I revealed all the things that got me off but it only seemed to make him hotter. He was asking for it, he was calling for the embarrassment.

"What? You want to hear how great he was? He was. I told you, I came, over and over while riding his big cock. Yes, he has a big cock. It's bigger than yours, sorry. Usually I can't say that because your cock is great, but in this case I can. He's bigger, longer, thicker."

"Oh man," Scott winced. Still he wanted more.

"Why does that excite you, baby? Does it excite you knowing he touched places in me that you can't reach?"

"Ow," Scott again moaned from discomfort, though more from the way his cock was now starting to grow rather than any emotional pain.

"I understand that a lot of guys who share their wives feel that way, too. They get off knowing how their wife gets big cock and loves it."

"You mean cuckolds," he stammered.

"Yes, cuckolds like their wives getting banged by big cocks. Cuckolds like you." I said pointedly. It was how he wanted the conversation to go.

"I know," he said softly. "When this all began it was all fantasy for me. Everyone has them. I knew about your past, how you were more experienced than I. I knew how you had a slut life in the past. I knew that you missed that, just by the way we'd talk about it. I think I started all this thinking that I was doing you a favor. But, as it has gone on, I realize it is as much about me, about what I need, as it is about you."

"I think so, too, hon. You have been as adamant about me doing things as I have. It has been a wild ride so far. Who'd have thought we'd have come this far already? I mean, fucking your boss? Your friend? Either of those could be incredibly embarrassing to both of us if it gets out."

"I know," he moaned.

"I think you and I both know that it will...at least eventually. I can't keep fucking people and not have it come out."

"I know, I think so, too. Trust me, I think about that all the time."

"And?" I wondered.

"And this stuff is just so thrilling, so hot and I love you so much for doing it that I'm willing to risk it."

"I know," I admitted. "I finally feel free for the first time since college. I don't mean that in a bad way, either. I just mean that I feel more natural, closer to the real me that I was becoming then. I see how this gets you off."

"I know, and I thank you for that," he said earnestly.

"I don't think you appreciate how much I love you for it, too," I said. "Having the freedom to let other guys have me...just to use me...able to do what they wish with me...is liberating. I think I've been this way since I started having sex. It's who I am. The more important thing is, I have someone who loves me. I have someone who treats me how I need to be treated at home, but allows me to indulge that part of me. Without you, I'm nothing."

"I feel the same, honey. Let's not try to overanalyze this any more. We're in it, at least for now. Let's just do what makes us hot and deal with the rest of it together."

"Agreed," I smiled.

"So Scott has a big cock and you sucked it a little bit in the bathroom? How come you didn't finish?"

"It was when I was out in the car, topless, silly. I didn't want to alert the others to my predicament. That's why I had him slyly open the side door to let me in."

"Slyly," he laughed. "It was funny. When he came in he gave me the guiltiest look. I swear, even if I hadn't already known what he was going to do with you I'd have suspected it. Then, he loudly announced he had to go to the bathroom. Hell, when do we tell each other we're going to the bathroom? I knew something was up, I played along. I actually thought maybe you guys hadn't done anything yet and that he was meeting you in the bathroom for a quickie. I thought that was pretty fucking risky."

"It would've been," I admitted. "But your pizza setup gave us the opportunity we needed...the opportunity to let your friend fuck your whore wife's pussy raw."

"Fuck..." he muttered. Those barbs were what he loved. Each one made him think about what I was doing. Each one made him stew in his own boiling cauldron of lust.

"So...?"

"So we see what happens," I said. He wanted details, scenarios, fantasies talked out. "So, your big cocked friend will be "visiting" your slut wife. I have no doubt about that. He's an opportunist. I don't really know why he's your best friend. I mean, obviously he's not the most trustworthy. But, that being said, I think I know his character. He'll be by soon. Trust me."

"What if he isn't?" He said with concern.

I laughed. "What if he doesn't stop by while you are at work so he can fill your wife with his big cock? Yeah, that's really a worry."

"Don't be sarcastic. I mean it. I want that."

"You want him to sneak over here?"

"Yes, well I don't care where, or how. I think you should at least give him head like you started to. Seeing him later, knowing he's filled your pussy AND your mouth...wow."

"He'll just be more smug than ever," I smirked.

"Stop it, you act like the thought doesn't interest you."

"Oh, I'm just teasing you, the thought of his cock has me wet again."

I kissed him goodbye and sent him off to work filled with those lustful thoughts.

The thing about men is, well, that they most often are predictable. Around noon I was idly stroking my pussy back to it's preheated level from the earlier discussion when I got an email from Ryan on my phone. It was filled with more thoughts, more fantasies that he'd been thinking. I'd asked him to write them down so that in the stark reality of black and white, they'd already seem possible, seem real.

"Honey, these are just thoughts I have all day, thinking of you."

"****I think about the things you've done already, who you've sucked and fucked and I imagine you with them again. In my fantasies and the whole "hotwife" thing I keep thinking that a TRUE hotwife would never just give somebody one time at her body, never. I don't know if it is possible for the previous ones, but at least for the newer ones, keep that in mind. Plan on it, everyone that has fucked gets it more than once, no matter what you have to do to make that possible. That's the new rule, you always have to let them have another crack at you."

"****Remember you can always suck cocks. It doesn't have to be tied to any other scenario. I know it's your favorite thing to do. Do it. It could just be someone you met at the market or at the mall. Just take them out to the car and suck their cocks. I know how much you love it, how much you love cum in your stomach. Do it, regardless of anything else. Keep that mouth busy. This one doesn't have to be tied to the above rule. I know that way it'll be easier. It'll just be a random, stranger, one time thing most of the time. Think of it as an appetizer for anything else we do. It's just cock sucking."

{He was right, I love it. I was going to make it a point to do exactly that. I smirked at the way he said, "it's just cock sucking." It reminded me of Jack. He'd chide me, "it's just your mouth," when he was getting me to blow his friends. Ryan wants guys cumming in my mouth? Then I was going to make that happen and make sure he knows about every one of them.}

"****We really need to get our house worked on again. Yes, I loved that idea and the result. But, more than that it's the theme I like. I like that my wife has to "reward" or "pay" for services, with her own services. I think these hotwife variations are endless. It could be you paying the hot water guy for fixing our appliances, or paying the pizza guy, or getting out of a ticket with a cop. I could be the mailman, the UPS guy. Whatever it is, there are tons of opportunities with service type guys and I want you to start doing it."

"****I know it might be cliche to you but I'd like you to fuck a black guy. I know you've never had one and I don't think it would seem like a big deal to you but it is to me. The thought of your perfect, porcelain skin against his black skin...it's indescribable. I know there has to be some weird psychological explanation of how that makes me racist, but it just turns me on. The reason I mention it is, there's this guy at work whose office is near mine. We call him Jimbo. I don't think you've met him. He's a big, strong guy, former football player. Ok, he's probably what you'd call fat, no doubt he's thickened since his playing days. He's overly friendly, everyone likes him but I see a darker side. Every time I see him now, I think of you, stumbling out of his office, your lipstick smeared, your shirt buttoned wrong, missing your panties. For some reason, it's only hot to me because he's black. I doubt I'd have the same thought if he was a big, fat white guy. It doesn't have to be him, specifically, I'm just slipping into that fantasy. Oh, and he's got the biggest, strongest hands..."

"****On that related work note, and remember this is just some of the stuff that tumbles out of my brain when it comes to you, the work thing. I know you worry for my sake about the "office slut" fantasy. I get it. But, here is the full fantasy. Let's pretend Rob didn't delete the picture like he thought he did or maybe he just said he did. Somehow he either lets it slip, or perhaps someone gets a look at his phone, but soon, someone else knows the secret. Then, you find yourself in someone else's office repeating your visit with Rob (maybe Jimbo?). Then, someone else hears and it's a cascading effect. Not long after, most of my closest coworkers have had a piece of you. No one tells me, but you, of course. So they all work together to make sure I'm "in the dark." They take turns with you, plot against me so that I won't catch you, hell, maybe they even work out a "schedule" to be with you. They all want you, you know that from days like that BBQ/volleyball day. I'll have to sit in meetings with a group of men, most, if not all have fucked my wife. That's the full fantasy, not reality, obviously."

{Mmmm. He was making me positively creamy with his thoughts. He was becoming as good at this as I liked to think I was. I was starting to wonder whether or not my initial idea that he couldn't handle the full fantasy was actually true.}

"****The "friend" thing. You know my fantasy from the last letter, but, the full fantasy might go like this...You are already fucking Scott regularly. The rat just comes over and takes you whenever he feels like it, you know he doesn't work during the day like real men do. He's still living off his grandparents money. But eventually, as we both know, he won't be able to help himself. Soon, Ray, John and others will hear about it, too. I'll end up finding out how my friends are with information like that. Instead of telling me they'll take advantage of it and you. So, when we get together at our house like usual I see you bouncing around in an outfit mean to excite and thrill. I'll see their faces and it'll be a look I recognize, that they've all fucked you. They will all share the secret so that they can continue to play with you. Again, it isn't reality. That gets in the way. But that is my fantasy thought about it."

{gawd, I was so turned on. I'd thought of much of this, too, but hearing Ryan's thoughts on the matter just amped it up for me. I wondered when he'd mention his other friends. I had and have the same ominous feeling that Scott won't be holding onto that information.} I kept reading.

"****I love the idea of you sucking or fucking guys while I'm at work. Knowing you are getting off and getting them off while I'm stuck here is such a turn on. I love it when you do it and then show me what a slut you've been. It's like I'm working just to provide you with opportunities to fuck. I love that thought."

"**** Don't limit yourself to doing things while I'm around. I think it will work itself out when you get a regular, full-time lover, but I want you free to do what you and he want to do. If it means staying overnight somewhere with someone, do it. If it means him taking you somewhere for a long weekend, don't reject the idea just for me. I want them to be able to spend extended periods fucking my slut wife."

"****Finally, and this ties into some of the above situations. But, the blackmail idea. It's crazy, it's wild. It's something I never considered until you sprung it on Rob but now it's one of my favorites. Consider doing that again somehow, with someone. Let them blackmail you, give them what they need to do it. It could work in the work fantasy, where Jimbo or someone gets a hold of something, or sees something he "shouldn't" see and takes advantage. Or, with my friends, maybe they'll get that information, maybe use it if you need to to get Scott to continue using you. The thought of some guy "owning" my wife because of her sluttiness is maddeningly exciting."

{ugh, I had to pull my fingers off my pussy at that point before I came too early}

I wanted to respond to him. I texted him. "Those are really vivid, baby."

"That's because I've thought about them so much."

"I love them, you've made me so wet."

"God, I'd love to taste that."

"Me too. I love your new fantasies. I'm not sure how we'll do some of that but I like thinking about it anyway."

"I know, me too. I gotta go, meetings all day."

"K baby," I pouted. "I just wanted to reward you for writing them down by telling you one of mine."

"Just text it and I'll read it in the meeting. It'll be hot, having to maintain a straight face the whole time. I won't be able to respond, usually."

"Ok. It might take some time to type it out, it'll be long and detailed," I wrote.

"That's ok, it's a long meeting, I'll put it on silent but I'll keep in on my lap under the table," he replied.

All these weeks and months now of indulging his fantasies and he was going to hear this one of mine. Now admittedly, all of his also are mine, too. But specifically, I had one that I thought would blow his mind or at least help him blow his load in me later. I really did want to reward him for opening up and allowing the kinky part take over.

"Ok baby, ready?"

"K..meeting...go"

"Ok, well. I know you like to hear about Jack. But, this isn't as much about him as what he made me do," I typed. Between texts I let it linger for a minute, to keep him on edge.

"He made me do one thing that is so dirty, baby." {pause}

"You know I told you he gave me to a couple of his friends..." {pause}

"One time he had me dressed up really tarty, you know, like I like, and my tits were basically hanging out of my dress at this bar..."

"He knew the bartender, he saw the guy wanted me bad."

"Right in front of me he offered me to him..." I waited for a few seconds before continuing.

"But for money, Jack was broke. He offered to have me suck the guy off in the back room for 25$ and the rest of the tab money."

I knew steam must've been coming out of Ryan's ears or at least out of his pants in his meeting.

He just typed back, "wow...k...?"

I responded, "so, I did it. I sucked that guy's cock while Jack sat at he bar and drank the rest of his free whiskey. I came back, Jack just grunted a "thanks" and we left. I told you he was a douche. But...it was hot."

There was no response but I knew he probably couldn't. I let that thought wash over him before continuing.

"But, the reason I'm telling you this is that I like that fantasy. I like to think about how I am made to whore myself out for money. I suppose it's possible, like this. The easiest way would be to do the bar/stranger fantasy. I'm in the bar, a business bar. I get hit on, I'm dressed the part. He knows why I'm there, we chit chat, he offers, I accept, I go to his room and complete the deal." That's the boring, easy way." {Pause}

I got the response "!!"

Then I continued. "But, that's not really the way I want it. I'd prefer it dirtier, rawer. Kind of like an extension of the "Jack" thing, if we'd been together long enough for him to press the fantasy. The real fantasy is that you take me somewhere like downtown, by the theater. I'm wearing just a tight stretchy dress, no underwear. Everything is out there for viewing. My nipples are hard and visible, the dress shows everything my ass can offer. I've got the sluttiest heels imaginable on. Everything screams, "whore." You pull the car around the corner and watch. Someone pulls up, I lean in to talk, you watch my ass wiggle as my head is inside the car." {long pause}

He texted, "!!" impatiently.

"So, I'm negotiating. You watch me point to the alley behind the theater. You know where, we fucked there before, remember? You watch me walk into the alley. The guy follows in his car. It's dark, you probably won't be able to see much without giving yourself away. You wait like a good cuckold while your wife earns her money. Finally, I walk out pulling my stretchy dress back over my tits with one hand and holding a wad of cash in the other. Even from across the street you see his cum is splattered all over my dress. I get in and suck you off in the same way I just did him and you add your cum to his, on my dress."

He wrote, "OMFG."

I was hoping he meant that in a good way. Then, I added, "and then I go back on the street and try again, there's a certain amount you want me to make and you tell me I can't stop until I reach it."

I had worked myself into an uncontrollable haze of desire. I started rubbing my clit. Like I said, guys are predictable, at least the ones like Scott. I'd barely taken my fingers out of my pussy when the doorbell rang. Scott stood there with a goofy grin.

I acted surprised to see him. "Scott? What are you doing here? Does Ryan know you are here?" I said, acting worried.

"I hope he doesn't," he joked.

"Look, the other night..." I said dramatically, recalling my college drama days.

"Was what? Awesome? Spectacular? Stupendous? Yes, yes it was."

"Well," I blushed. "Maybe it was, a little, but Scott, seriously, you shouldn't be here. We can't keep doing this. I made a mistake the other night. I was just so mad at Ryan."

"And now you aren't? Should that even matter?"

He pulled me in close and kissed me. I resisted at first, to keep up appearances. He pushed me up against the wall. He was turned on. It didn't help that all I had on were panties and a loose top. His hands were under the top in a flash and he made me remember his talent in pleasuring my nipples. One of his hands went to my panties and slid the material to the side. He worked his finger into me.

"Damn, you are wet already," he said with some awe.

He didn't know Ryan's letter and my fantasy had already worked me up into that state. "Scott, stop. We can't. We can't keep doing this."

I was checking his commitment to betraying his friend. He seemed committed. "Look, you and I have to admit that that other next was the best sex either us have had, probably ever."

He was kissing me hard again, I was returning his kisses now.

"It was, but still, this is soooo wrong," I moaned.

"I've been thinking about your mouth, ever since the other night. The sight of you, on your knees, my dick in there...I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Scott, stop." I pushed him away. We looked at each other through the near palpable aura of lust around us. I was glad he was thinking the way he was. It would be easier to complete what Ryan wanted me to do. "Listen. I'll make you a deal."

He was listening. Intently.

"If I suck you off...if I show you what that's like, can we stop this? Will you stop bothering me if I do?"