Erin's World Ch. 07

I teased Ryan for days constantly about how some young black guy used his wife's pussy. He got hard every time I did. Every comment was like a dagger which stabbed at his very cuckold core.

"God honey, being pinned against that wall, outside, unable to stop him from cumming inside your slut wife...," I'd say to him.

"Did you even try to stop him?" He'd ask with irritation, though I sensed he still wanted more.

"Of course not, if a guy has my pussy out and wants it, he can take it. It's really not up to me at that point."

"Are going to take it again?"

"Yes, silly. You and your stupid cuckold "rule" about never having it once. I can't really control that now."

"When do you think you and he....?" He choked out.

"When it happens. The world is open to your slut wife now. Guys, possibilities are all around. I think you just need to be patient, it shouldn't take long for men to use me, now that you've opened the door so wide."

He shut up for awhile. For the first time since we'd started this he didn't pester me for days about it.

That's why I was really surprised when he told me he had the guys coming over again for another game on Friday, along with poker and beer. He'd had some time to cool off, apparently. He was starting to get used to days and days without sex. Denial. He'd have to wait and suffer until something else happened. The week went by with my constant teasing. I wore as little as possible around the house unless it was a purposely enticing outfit. Once, I had on the lavender panties outfit.

"Morning, honey."

"Oh man, that outfit is drop dead sexy," he panted.

"Oh, you like? Yes, Rob liked that one too. He was the first one to see me in...and out of it."

He winced but I know he loved hearing it. "Do you think your friends might like to see it?" I teased.

"Fuck, I don't think you'd be wearing it long if you did."

"Yeah, probably. I've been looking at your "favorite places" on your pc. I see you bookmarked several wife slut/poker hostess stories. Coincidence right? Coincidence that you decided to play poker on Friday for the first time in a year or so?"

He was flustered and turned on, the denial was making him edgy. He blushed at being "caught."

"Don't worry," I grinned coolly, "I have some of my own ideas about what you need."

We were nearing a turning point. He was either going to be crushed by his own fantasies or he'd end up being all in and get lost in them.

"Please, honey," he begged, "tell me, I don' t think I can take it.

I really thought he could. His continuous and precipitious turn toward the more humiliating aspects of cuckolding made me consider more possibilities than before. It wasn't as much me pushing him towards the edge, it was more like he was pulling me. I was planning on stoking that fire. I wanted something he wouldn't expect, but would like nonetheless. I went to the mall. There's a store that sells clothes meant for younger women. That is, younger, pencil thin, skinny women. I browsed the store while a young guy with purple spiked hair helped me. He had piercings all over his face. He had them in his eyebrows, his nose, his lip, even his tongue was studded. I wanted something cute for Friday night. I tried on different combinations, with Daba's help. Yes, that's what his name badge said. Daba. He was respectful, polite. He couldn't have been more than 19, if that.

I really needed a man's opinion. He kept saying, "Oh, that one is nice," "I like the color of that one," or, "that one suits you."

Finally, I just quietly told him, "look, I really need to know if these are hot, that's the important thing. I need to know if they are sexy. I'm not looking for "cute," or, "nice." I want to know if it'll make cocks hard, that's what I want to hear."

He gave me a surprised look but nodded. I went into the dressing room. I tried on some really tight, low rise red capri pants. I added a white sleevless T with red lettering that said, "Slut U" on it. Yes, they really do have stuff like that. "Kids today," I thought, shaking my head. It was too small for me, I'd taken off the bra, I was popping out. It was meant for someone far younger and skinnier. I just wanted to see his reaction, see if he could be honest. I stepped out.

"Whoa," he said which brought the thought of Shaggy from Scooby Doo to my mind.

"Well?" I asked.

"Wow, those pants are smokin' hot," he grinned slyly.

"What about the top?"

"That's totally hot, too. But are you sure that's the look you want? I mean, "Slut U," I never really get the girls that wear those things." He was eyeballing my tits, which were swelling out of the teeny top. Ogling, more like it.

He was right when he said "girls," it was meant for a teenage slut, not an older one. I knew it, too. I just wanted his reaction. Now that I knew he'd be honest I was free to experiement. I tried on many things. Halters, tube tops, shorts, lyrca dresses. He told me which ones he like and which he didn't. He was really warming up to me, it was an unintended but interesting side effect.

Finally, I chose an outfit and brought it to the counter. I and added an accessory which made him lift his eyebrow. "Do you know what that means?" He wondered. "Women wear those when they... um...."

I smiled with a shy blush. "I do...and so does he." I'd picked out some add on's to go with it.

"Ok then," he smirked. He rang me up while ogling my tits again. I'd put my bra in my purse to allow it. He just shook his head when I caught him staring absentmindedly at them. "Sorry, can't help it, they are...quite spectacular."

I grinned. I thought about the part of Ryan's letter regarding things like this. I knew he'd get an attitude if I had the chance and didn't do it. "Would you like to see them?" I whispered. "Is there... somewhere we could go?"

"Hell yeah," he blurted. He signalled me to go back through a beaded curtain to the back of the store. He pulled me out the back, out the back door to the truck delivery area.

I grinned. It was deserted, for now. "So," I said as I pulled up my top and let my tits free. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

His face lit up. "Fucking right I did. Oh my god, lady, those things are great! They are fucking real, too, right?"

"100%" I said. "Touch them, judge for yourself.....wait....how old are you?"

"18 1/2"

I laughed at the "half." I motioned for him to continue.

His hands were on me in a flash. I bit my lip as his fingers grazed my nipples. I sighed. The thought of what I was about to do made them stick out proudly.

"Ok," I said, remembering where we were.

He thought fun time was over. I was old enough to be his older sister, or an aunt. I'm sure he wasn't expecting anything more.

"I appreciate your service, Daba, and your honest opinions. I want to give you a reward," I said, mirroring the wording in Ryan's fantasy.

I dropped to my knees. He didn't need another hint. His cock was out. I was on my knees on the asphalt with his cock in my mouth in seconds. He didn't last long. I doubt he's ever had anyone do that to him with the skill I possess, having had so much practice at it. He filled me with his youthful spunk, the amount which was copious. I took what I could and just let the rest spill on the ground. I giggled when I thought of him taking his coworkers out back to point out the puddle later to "prove" he wasn't telling them a story. I kissed him on the cheek as he turned his head to avoid contact with my cum covered lips. I thanked him and left. As I walked around the back of the store to the parking lot I took another selfie for Ryan with my face dripping cum.

I texted him, "18 year old mall cock is yummy."

His response was, "wow, 18? Oh my god." It was straight out of one of his written fantasy ideas.

He really enjoyed the times I just had sex with someone, it gave him the anonymity to enjoy it without having to suffer much for it.

On Friday Ryan was so nervous it was funny. I almost thought about calming him down with a blowjob or something but I thought that he really should be tortured by having to consider everything that could happen. He pressed me for details but I just smiled sweetly and said, "Your friends are coming over. You have told me your kinky friend fantasies, you've opened the door for anything so you'll just have to make sure you don't get in the way." We'd been moving forward since he originally mentioned his friend fantasy. We both knew it was no longer just a fantasy since Scott fucked me. We both knew it was moving to something... more.

"Please," he begged me. "I know you always know the best way to turn me on, but please, be careful. I'm so not sure about this, at least what might happen."

That just tormented him throughout the day, I'm sure. I could barely keep my hands off my pussy all day but I really tried. I wanted to be as hot as possible, too. Finally, Ryan got home. I made him get the beer and snacks together this time. It was kind of payback from the last time. I told him I needed time to "get ready for his friends." That statement made his eyes widen. It was my intention to push the fantasy forward.

He wasn't satisfied anymore talking about it. He was pressing me to do things, more things. He wanted me to press him right back. Then, when I would it would get him off so well, only to be followed by a period of regret. We were dancing on the edge of making the fantasy come true and the reality of how that would change everyone's relationships. I wasn't going for the "out in the open gang bang of the poker hostess, thing." It probably did exist as a fantasy, at least in the darkest parts of our brains, though.

No, I was more interested in pushing the cuckold angle. I was planning on teasing him on what his friends were doing behind his back. I'd done enough of "his" things, for him. We were headed for a defining moment. I decided I'd either make him admit he won't stop with all this or, he'd decide to reclaim me as his and never bring it up again. I was enjoying my newly found freedom to be the type of slut I longed to be but I felt like I was more like the slut Ryan wanted me to be. I had desires beyond his. He knew them. Still, it continued to be about his thoughts and desires. Where this would lead, I don't think either of us knew. I was tired of wondering. Things would happen soon, I knew it.

I walked back into the kitchen. I had on french panties, sandals, and nothing else. He whistled and tried to touch me.

I chided him. "Stop, you are not to touch me until after your friends do."

"What?" He asked excitedly. "Are you going to let them touch you? All of them or just Scott?" Again, he was caught in the constant battle between wanting it so badly that the lust took over, and wanting to run and hide and never speak of it again. His hard cock always seemed to win out.

"Who is coming over, exactly?"

"Scott, of course. No way he'd pass up a chance to come over again. Then, Ray, John, Dave, and one of Ray's buddies...Bill I think."

"Ooh," I teased. "Fresh meat."

He scowled.

I said, "just some new guy who is going to see your slutty hostess." I hadn't planned on anyone new. This was going to get more complicated. Still, knowing his friends, I had no doubt I could make it still happen.

"You didn't answer my question," he pouted. "Are they all going to touch you?"

"Yes, that's my plan. Tonight, we're going to make you have to face the consequences of allowing your friends to paw at me like you have. Tonight, I'm going to allow it, encourage it."

I saw his face contort as he considered the possibilities. I rubbed my tits right in his face. "That's right, baby. Tonight I want every one of your friends to feel my tits. They already tend to paw me, but through my tops, usually while trying to lift it to get underneath. Tonight, let's see how many of them are successful. Same goes for my ass, or anything else they might dare to touch.

"Fuck," he coughed. "How? How in the world can you make sure that happens without them just taking you and fucking you, all of them, right in front of me?"

"Yes, anything is possible," I admitted. "But, you need to face the consequences of your actions. You want your friends to do something with me. You say you want more but then you say you don't want to have to watch, or deal with what might happen, after. But, you know you can't have it happen without facing those demons. I'm telling you as a tease that, yes, tonight I plan on letting your friends feel me up while you are right around the corner. Let's let them see how much they can get away with with you so near. I'll try and keep you informed on how much they got away with so that you have to know what's going on the entire night."

"Are you....going to fuck them?" He asked fearfully.

I didn't want him to know my plan. I just giggled, "maybe," and walked out to get ready. I heard the guys come in one by one. I stayed in the bathroom while I got ready. Ryan came in and saw me still partially undressed.

"Baby," he said uncomfortably. "The guys are here."

"I know they are," I said with a dismissive air. "I'll be out in a moment." I patted my panty clad ass before peeling it down slowly for effect. "Do you think your friends will like how my ass feels, baby?" I teased. "Come here, get on your knees and kiss it, baby. I want you to kiss the ass you are going to let your friends touch. Think of it as a goodbye kiss until they are done."

He didn't argue. He actually licked my cheeks tenderly before I stopped him. "Ok, that's enough."

My nipples stood out proudly with all the sexy teasing. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in front of him. "Do you think they'll like these, too, baby? You know only Scott has felt any of me, bare."

He just muttered something and walked out, adjusting himself in the process. I put on my outfit. Ryan hadn't seen it. It was the red capri pants I'd bought before from the mall. They were low rise at the waist and tight, very tight. I wore a black elastic strap back top which kind of looks more like a bra than a top. It only goes down the ribcage slightly longer than a normal bra. It strapped around the back of my neck. The cups pushed up and accentuated my cleavage. I added the accessory that Daba, the mall boy had questioned me about. I slipped it around my ankle. I wore some sexy pumps. I walked out. I walked right past the group of guys that were lounging around the living room. I walked right into the kitchen, barely acknowledging them. Their loud, constant banter had come to an abrupt halt. I heard a few murmurs from the kitchen. I came out with a bottle of beer. I needed a little buzz for this. The guys could barely keep their eyes on the game. Every time I stood up I felt all those eyes on my ass, which was tightly packed in the capris.

I'd considered a lot of things in making my wardrobe choice. I could've chosen something to make it "easy access" but that really wasn't what I wanted. I wanted his friends to have to consider the risk of what they were doing. I didn't want to make it easy, if they wanted something, they'd have to press the issue. They were used to seeing how much they could get away with, I wanted them to find out the surprise when they did again. Scott started the ball rolling. That he was first and boldest was no shock.

"Get me a beer, wench," he joked. Since Ryan already knew Scott had fucked me, it put a different spin on it for us. I'd been Scott's wench. I knew that had to tickle that lustful shame that is in Ryan. I walked into the kitchen. I heard Scott tell the others, "I was just kidding, I'll get it myself." He came in behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I bent into the fridge and ground his cock into me. I moaned. I missed that beautiful dick already. I turned around a smacked his arm.

"Scott! Quit!"

"Are you sure you want me to? Even before we fucked you let me touch you." After seeing no argument from me he put his hand on my mound and rubbed it. "Damn these pants are tight, girl."

He was right. His touch was barely restricted, it was like a second skin. I looked over his shoulder for any sign of approaching movement. I saw none. "Fine," I huffed, "here," I said as I guided his hands onto, then under my top. He skillfully felt my tits up until I pulled away when I heard footsteps. It was Ray. Scott walked out with a smug smile.

Ray had touched me before, but only after he'd been drinking awhile. We'd all barely just started. I offered him a beer. He accepted with a smile. He was eyeing my tight pants. I grinned.

"You like?" I said as I spun around for him.

"Awesome, fucking awesome. I wish I had someone like you around my house."

"Why, what would you do with something like this?" I grinned, patting my ass teasingly.

"Um, just everything," he said.

"Dirty man," I said. He walked out grinning. I had just wanted to get him thinking, he was the type that would need more time, and beer to get to the point I wanted him.

One by one Ryan and his friends found ways to "meet" me in the kitchen. For an hour or more only Scott had touched me, bare. There were a few flirty touches but no grabs. No one pushed the envelope yet. I teased them more openly, though, just to keep the air charged. They were used to being the aggressors, I knew it was only a matter of time they'd move in.

Dave came in. He was the least aggressive of the group and maybe the only one who wasn't grab ass with me. He was happily married, a rare thing indeed.

He saw me bent over the cooler. I caught him staring at my ass. He averted his eyes, they went down to the anklet. He looked uncomfortable.

"So, uh....I like the ankle bracelet."

"Thanks," I said, hoping to encourage him to be bolder.

"You...uh....know what people say about that?"

"About what? About me wearing a bracelet like this?"

"Yes, well not about you, necessarily, about any married woman who wears it."

"Why? What do they say?" I said, I was grinning shyly.

"Oh god," he stammered. He was probably regretting bringing it up.

I pressed him. I wanted him to say it out loud.

"Just that uh...a married woman wearing a bracelet on her ankle means she still has sex..."

"Of course I still have sex, silly."

"No, I mean, that she's open to sex...with others...."

"What? No it doesn't! It's just jewelry. Oh my god," I said, feigning shock.

His embarrassed look was priceless.

"Are you saying I'm advertising that I'm a hot wife or something?" I winked. "Shhh," I teased, putting my finger over my lips. "Don't tell anyone." I left him in the kitchen like that. The guys were crowding around the TV, the seats were filled and they didn't make much space on the couch. I tried to squeeze in between Scott and John but Scott quickly pulled me over and sat me on his lap as everyone laughed.

"Sorry, musical chairs," he teased. "You lose."

Ryan was watching intently but said nothing. I didn't move, Scott didn't move me, so for the next fifteen minutes I said on his friend's lap as his bulge reminded me of what I was needing. It had to be painful for Ryan. He ignored it, but of course everyone took note. Finally, someone needed another beer so I stood up, but not without some protest from Scott, who "playfully" held onto my hips until I finally wrestled free. I slapped at his hand, but in a way that let everyone else know that it hadn't bothered me. I was hoping it would give them ideas. Ryan met me in the kitchen. I quickly told him what happened with Scott earlier and what everyone else said or did (or mostly hadn't done yet). I told him about Dave and my ankle bracelet. He nodded in recognition of it.

"I know, I saw that," he said, eyeing the accessory. "I was wondering if you were advertising that, that you were now "available."

"I am available, silly," I teased. "I plan on wearing one frequently now. I was actually thinking of putting a charm on this one to commemorate the other day."