Help Wanted

"Well, thank you."

"And with legs as sexy as yours."

"Do you think so?"

I sat quiet and let them exchange flirtatious comments. I couldn't help but notice that Susan got a little careless with her closed legs, or that Daryl definitely noticed when she did. I could swear every time he looked down she opened a little more.

An hour later Daryl emerged from the bathroom and announced he had called an Ubber, leaving a sinking look on Susan's face.

"Do you have to go," she said, opening her legs wider still. Through the dim light even I could see the bulge in his pants. I glanced at Susan who was staring right at it. Oh my, describes the look on her face. I couldn't wait to see what she had to say after he left.

"I do, but it was great talking to another woman about my divorce. Maybe we can talk again and you can help me process the whole thing."

"That's a great idea, just let me know when."

"Yes, we'll work it out."

As he was ready to leave Susan nearly ran over and planted a kiss on his cheek. They hugged tightly and all was looking good.

She dragged me to the bedroom and yanked off the panties she had pulled on last, leaving her stockings and dress on. She jumped on the bed and spread her legs wide, looking at me with a devilish grin. "I think I had an effect on him," she said.

"He did seem to really like you. Did he have an effect on you?"

"Don't be silly. You had me thinking he was some kind of visual basket case. He's gorgeous, of course I noticed that."

"Yes, he is. I think you misunderstood what I said about his looks," I lied. "Anything else?"

"Did you see the bulge in his pants," she asked.

It would have been fun to tell her what I knew of his cock, but I didn't want to do anything that would have her thinking I was setting her up.

"No, but now that you mention it, I could swear you were giving him a show. You were a little careless with keeping your legs closed. It's no wonder he was getting stiff."

"Sorry. As the drinks poured I was having trouble remembering to keep them closed. And now that I'm past 30 I do wonder if I'm still attractive. Maybe I was unconsciously wanting to give him a show, seeing if a guy who could basically get any woman would be attracted to me."

Our conversation had me rock hard. I climbed between her legs, fucked her for about 90 seconds, came, rolled over and fell asleep in about five seconds. It was all part of the plan to compound whatever sexual frustration she was already experiencing.

The next day, Saturday, I was doing some routine maintenance on my GTO. When I came in for lunch Susan said, "Guess who called me."

"Who?"

"Daryl -- out of the blue."

"I think you made an impression on him last night. What happened on the phone call?"

"He wanted to know if I could come by his place tonight to talk about his ex and how things ended."

"What time did he want us to come over?"

"I think I should go by myself. I think he wanted it to be just the two of us so he could really open up."

I had a feeling something was going to get really opened up, and I hoped it was Susan.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"He just wants to unload about his wife. I'm sure it would be embarrassing for him if you were there."

"He may want to unload a load."

"Why do you have to make everything dirty?"

"You know, he says he's been a while without sex."

"That's not my problem."

"Have you thought about what you'd do if he made a pass at you?"

"He wouldn't."

"You're very beautiful and he's very horny. You'll be alone together, somewhere private so his sad tale won't be overheard by strangers. And, you'll be talking about relationships and sex is part of that." If she wondered why I would let her go into a situation like that, she didn't ask.

"What should I do if he makes a pass?"

"I think you'll be able to handle that. It's not like he's going to lose control and rape you. If the situation makes you uncomfortable just leave. Anyway, you've been somewhat dormant in the sex department for a while now. It's gotten to where I'm afraid to ask for sex because the rejection hurts. If I can't get any I don't think anyone else will."

I carefully avoided telling her she was not to let him make a pass. Nor did I tell her to let him. The whole point was to create a situation where she would be too overcome with desire to say no.

"Hey, I said I was sorry about my lack of interest. We're going to work on that together, I promise. I don't think I'll be uncomfortable with him, but I should do a couple shots before I go huh."

"That's an excellent idea. When are you going over there?"

"I have to call and confirm and see what time he wants me to be there."

"I'm going back to work in garage."

"I'll let you know what's up."

"Sounds good." I ate and returned to the garage. I knew she'd call him soon, so I waited for about an hour to make sure she had and then I called him.

"Daryl, it's all working perfectly. It's her idea to go alone tonight and I'm damn sure it's not for the reason she gave."

"Yes, she just called and said she'd be by herself and asked if I had a good red on hand. Just to be clear, you're giving me a green light with no restrictions and you want me to try to turn her into a slut."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. A slut, your slut, whatever. I'm hoping that by the time you're done with her tonight she'll be worshipping your cock."

"Don't worry about that, they all do. But do you want a guarantee that she'll be a good slut after tonight?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I remember you saying she has a black thing."

"Yes. She used to bring it up when we fucked. She says she got fucked good by a black guy before I met her and it really turned her on."

"Here's what I'm thinking. I'm going to fuck her senseless and then tell her if she wants it to be a regular thing she has to commit to being my dedicated whore. If she agrees I'll tell her she has to prove it by fucking a black friend of mine. I'll set it up with my black friend ahead of time, get the guy over and turn her out. When we're done you'll have the hotwife you want and I'll have a slut anytime I need one."

I agreed. His plan had me rock hard.

"And don't let her shower before coming home. I want it to be obvious she has become your whore."

"I like that you kinky fuck. She may be a little loose down there."

"That would really be a turn on."

"Like I said, you kinky fuck."

I was hard all afternoon and took a break to jack off while looking at one of my garage posters of a slut bent over a hotrod.

When I came in at 4:00 Susan already had dinner on the table. Hamburgers and fries. "What's the dinner rush." I asked, though I knew. We usually eat closer to 6 than 4.

"I still have to get ready to go have a talk with Daryl."

"Oh, that's right." I pretended to have forgotten the whole thing. I loved that she was pretending, probably to herself as well, that she was just going to talk with Daryl. It was fun letting her play that game.

"What do you think I should wear?"

"What do you want to wear?"

"He really liked my legs. He complimented them at least three times."

"Wear a short dress again. He'll be jacking off all night thinking about you after you leave."

"I don't think I'm that exciting, but I have to admit, that's an erotic visual."

"And no pantyhose, they're such a turn off." I was eager see whether she put her panties on first or last. Last would mean she wanted to be able to take them off while leaving her sexy stockings and garter on. She knew from me that men like that.

We finished eating and I poured us both a shot of Irish. We downed them and she scooted off to get ready.

She came out of her room with her coat on and buttoned. Since she keeps it in the hall closet I found that strange. I looked at her funny and she said, "Well, it's supposed to get cold tonight."

"So what dress did you decide on?"

"Oh, that yellow one you like."

"That really short one?"

"Yeah, I guess it's kind of short. You said to wear a short dress."

"That's right," I said, without asking her to unbutton the coat and show me.

I knew what she picked. It was a pastel yellow flowered print of a thin material that was translucent in the right light. It cinched under her breasts and flared from there down. It was one of those dresses that fans out with the slightest turn of the hips. It barely covers her stocking tops and I had told her many times how deliciously slutty it looked. It was also a dress she only wore around the house, but hadn't in some time.

Looking down at the part of her leg that was peeking out from her coat, I could see she wore dark brown hose and sexy red high heels. Changing her mind, I guess, about being secretive, she unbuttoned the coat and threw it on the kitchen table. "Make me one more drink," she said, and did a pirouette. Her dress flared, showing panties that were pulled on over her stockings and garter. It was as if she was telling me she intended to fuck him to see if I objected.

"What time do you want me home?"

"I want you home when you want to come home. I'll wait up because I have a feeling you're going to be horny. This is a win win situation," I said, as I poured us both another shot of the good Irish.

"Stop it."

"I'm just saying. You seemed impressed with him and I'm betting he'll charm you and have you eager to get home and have sex."

"Yeah, maybe so, horn dog."

"Maybe I'll get back that horny woman I married," I said, and handed her the shot. We sat at the kitchen table and downed them. "One more for the road?" I asked.

"I'm driving."

"I called you an Ubber."

As we waited for it she had two more. She was primed with enough alcohol to push her inner slut button. As we did our shots I couldn't help but feel very lucky to have such a sexy looking wife, and I was thrilled that although it was an unspoken truth, she was on her way to get fucked by a handsome and charming man with a huge cock. I knew she'd be different in a very delicious way when she came home.

The Ubber honked and I walked her to the door. She turned to the side when I went to kiss her, not needing to explain that she didn't want her lipstick messed up. "Have fun and see if you can help my friend get his head on straight. I'm tired of listening to him whine." She smiled broadly as we pulled apart. I could almost hear her thinking about spreading her legs to "help my friend."

I'm not sure how things unfolded when she got there, but at 11:00 p.m. the phone rang. I picked up the phone and said, "Hi Honey."

"Hi Baby. Please don't be mad at me."

"Why would I be mad?"

"Your friend has a huge cock and it's way up inside me right now."

"Wow. It's okay, Baby. You must have needed that." I heard Daryl say, "Tell him what you agreed to."

"Baby, I don't ever want to lose you, but I'm Daryl's whore now. I promise to take good care of your needs too, but I'm his whore. Oh my god, he's going in and out again. I've cum so many times. Oh shit, here I go again. Uhhhhg...fuuuuuck... yeeesssss...fuck your whore....dammmmmiiit."

"You never cum like that when I fuck you."

There was silence as she regrouped.

"Baby his cock is in my face now. He wants me to drink his jizz. I can't say no."

"Please enjoy his sperm, Baby. Show him you can be a good whore for him."

"Thank you so much. I can't tell you how bad I need to taste him." Then all I heard were slurping sounds as she finished him off.

She got back on the phone. "Baby, I know I usually spit you out, but no more. Daryl says I can't do that anymore with any guy and I don't want to."

"I love you Susan."

"Darryl wants me to prove I can be a good whore."

"How so?"

"He called a black friend who's coming over right now to fuck me. He says a good whore is one you can turn out. Is it okay, Baby?"

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes, Baby. My pussy's burning to fuck anyone Daryl tells me to fuck. I need to be his whore so bad. How could you still want to be my husband?"

"I want it more than ever. I'm so glad to have you say those dirty things to me. If something is what you want, you don't have to get my permission. I just want you to share the experience in detail later so I can feel a part of it."

"I will, Baby. Thank you. I'm going to make you so happy. But I'll probably be very late tonight."

"It's okay, but please don't shower before coming home. I want you to taste like you've been having a real good time when you get home. Put Daryl on."

"Hey, Buddy, keep her over night if you need to, but do me a favor if you do."

"Anything my friend."

"This is going to sound way kinky."

"I think we're all in that boat at this point."

"When you and your friend are done fucking her tonight, pull her panties on her and fuck her again in the morning with them on. Send her home looking and smelling like she's been used as a whore all night."

"I can do that, and thanks. At least for now, I don't think I'll be needing any other women in my life. She's helped me to realize how much I love fucking married sluts."

"That's good to hear; Susan's going to need a lot of you."

"Gotta go. My friend's knocking."

He hung up and I jacked off. By all indications Susan was acclimating to her new status as my hotwife and Daryl's slut perfectly. It was difficult, but I managed to dose off about two a.m. I woke near ten and Susan still wasn't home. I wanted to call but I knew if there was any problem someone would have called.

She finally came in about two in the afternoon sporting an I-got-fucked-so-good smile. She ran to me and gave me a big tongue kiss. I could smell and taste semen, and something else. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said. "Daryl said you want me to be his whore because it excites you."

"You've no idea how turned on I am at the way things are working out." I noticed she even had cum in her hair and that "something else" was a strong smell of pee on her.

"I am too Baby. You know I had a thing for black guys. Being Daryl's whore and letting him turn me out like that felt like 100 dreams coming true. I'm going to be constantly horny and you're welcome to fuck any of my holes anytime you want. He's coming home with you tomorrow night after work. He wants to show you what his cock does to me."

"Let's go to bed. I need to taste you and hear about the rest of the night."

We hopped on the bed and she spread her legs. I brought my face up close and marveled at her panties. There were no dry spots. Cum drenched the entire area. Her stockings had cum smears all over them. Her thighs had a layer of dried cum and fresher cum on top of that. Her panties were dripping. The smell of piss and jizz was strong. "Why do you smell like pee," I asked.

"I pulled a train for Daryl and his black friends last night and again today when we woke up. When they were done Daryl told me that sometimes men like to piss on their whore. He said only really good whores will let men do this."

"So you let them?"

"I didn't let them, I begged them. I said 'please squirt your hot piss on me.' I got on my knees in the shower and let my slut instincts take over. 'Your whore needs piss' I said. One at a time they stepped up and aimed their hot streams at me. It felt so good and I felt so dirty. I even opened my mouth so they could piss in it. I drank their dirty piss, Baby, and I thanked them for it. Did you want me to be that dirty, Baby? Do you still want me to be your wife?"

This was about a thousand times hotter than anything I could have imagined. "Yes, Baby, to both your questions. It sounds like you were as dirty as you needed to be." She smiled and kissed me, confirming what I said.

"Baby, all this time the problem has been that I needed to be a whore and didn't know it."

"I'm just glad we figured it out," I said, and proceeded to give her a thorough tongue bath, appreciating how good a well used whore tastes.