How my Wife Became a Whore Ch. 01

This will be the story of how my wife became a whore. At first it was my request and my deepest fantasy, but things got very much out of control and went much further than I ever expected. Though I am still turned on by a lot of this, I am extremely conflicted and concerned about what the future might hold. I want to make sure everyone who fantasizes about this knows something-This stuff happens for real. I didn't believe that and I paid the price.

You may find it impossible to believe some of what I will write here. I can't even believe it some of it myself. I guess it seems reasonable to me that a man, given the liberty, would push a woman to do these things and would do them to her, but it still does not seem possible that a good girl, a good wife would do these things. Or that I, her husband, wanted some of these things to happen to her. The story is long and it gets out of control before the end, but it does have its moments. It was not my desire to write this story, but John (the man I found for my wife) wants me to do this as the end of our "contract" with him. Everything you read here is completely true. (Names but not places have been changed.)

I met my wife in college and she was a traditional "good girl". Before me she had two boyfriends, but had done almost nothing with any of them. One of them touched her breasts, but through her bra, and the other basically got nothing and nowhere. She was as pure and virginal as it was possible for a woman to be when I found her and things progressed slowly with us sexually. She did enjoy trying new things and once I taught her to suck my cock she did a very thorough job and often. She was, from the beginning, extremely sensitive and very easily orgasmic. When we started having actual sex (after we were married), she came nearly every time just from being penetrated. I knew that was unusual and maybe that set the stage for some of what happened. Though she was a good girl, she did have a slightly wild streak when she stripped (to her underwear) for a group of camp counselors on a dare in college. She did this while we were dating and it was a real strain on our relationship. Though I was very upset when she told me about it, this probably planted the seed that would grow into my cuckold fantasy later.

We dated a few years after college and then got married. At some point we started taking some sexy photos of her because it excited me and she looks great in lingerie. She is, realistically, a 8.5 or a 9. She is about 5'8 130lbs nice 36 C/D chest, and a very very pretty brunette. She is absolutely a woman you would look at in a crowded bar or restaurant. Nice figure, not model thin, but also not at all what you would describe as plump or voluptuous... great legs, great curves. A near-perfect, ideal woman's body.

After we had been married a couple years, I dont even remember exactly how it happened but I posted one of her pics on a website. I had never done that before and I was amazed at the response it got and was very excited. I found myself stroking to the comments on her pics many times, and eventually graduated to chatting live with men and sharing her pics. As they told me more and more graphically what they would like to do to her, I found myself so excited to hear, and eventually moved on to chatting on the phone with some of these men. I came many times holding my hard cock in one hand with a man on the other end of the phone. I got a little freaked out and backed away several times, but the fantasy was so strong that I really always kept thinking about it.

You know how sometimes you say things in bed you wouldn't say in any other context? Well I used to fantasize with her about how hot it would be to watch another man take her. I used to say things like "It would be so hot to see him hold you down, on top of you, splitting you in two with his giant cock" and stuff like that... she always responded well and came quickly, but it was something we never talked about outside of the bedroom. I should also mention that a key part of this is her sensitivity and shyness about her body, and especially about the natural tastes and scents of her body. In particular, she has a bit of a thing for her underarms and armpits. She told me early on in our relationship that she felt very submissive when I held her down with her arms above her head, and she began to like it when I would sniff and lick and nibble at her armpits. She always kept very clean, and usually didn't even wear deodorant, but she said that being touched and tasted there really turned her on and made her feel completely owned. it was something we played with but I never really thought too much of it.

The first step towards this becoming a reality was when we were a little drunk and out at a club with some friends. Our friends eventually called it a night and went home, and I went to the bathroom so she was alone at the bar. The line for the bathroom seemed to stretch around the entire club, so I was gone a long time. When I returned, a guy was chatting her up pretty aggressively at the bar, brushing up against her, his hand on her arm and stuff like that. I was surprised as I was walking toward them and saw this, that I immediately got hard in my pants, and the fantasy that I had tried not to think about came to my mind in full force. It's funny how little things can set big things in motion, and this little event turned out to be the start of a major change in our lives.

Things progressed slowly but surely from that first uneventful night in that club. I continued to photograph her, and to talk to other men about this fantasy. One man suggested that it wasn't right that I should be fucking her and that if I wanted to give her to another man I should start by not having sex with her. At the time I thought he was kind of crazy and dismissed it, but he must have planted a seed because I slowly but surely started to have problems performing with her. Over time our sex life dried up because of this. Near the last few times we had sex I started fantasizing aloud about another man taking her. Saying things like "it would be so hot to see him on top of you splitting you in two with his giant cock." She came very quickly and easily anyway, but even faster when I said things like that. All of this obviously set the stage for what happened next.

About a year and a half went by in which I stroked myself several times a day thinking about her with another man. It became my only fantasy and was literally all I could think about sexually. I spent many long nights looking at porn, reading stories and chatting with men online. To say this became an obsession was an understatement. At some point, I started having trouble performing sexually with her, and we stopped having sex. It was awkward at first, but our relationship was strong enough that we just adapted. You will probably ask what she did for sex, and the answer really is I don't think she did. Though she responded well when we were together, I don't think she had an extremely high sex drive and I don't think she played with herself often. I, however, was cumming several times a day thinking about her with other men. It was my only fantasy and soon became the only way I could cum.

We had a weekend coming up where we had nothing planned, and in discussing what to do, I mentioned we could go clubbing again. Though it had been many months (more than a year, really), she knew exactly what I meant and said yes. So later that day I enjoyed watching her shower and get ready for our night out. Her shoulder length brunette hair curly and half up... very sexy. A little too much eye makeup... slightly slutty. Thigh high stockings with a lacy top up her long, sleek legs and thin little black panties. She covered it all with a sexy red knee length dress with a well structured halter top that showed a lot of cleavage and left her shoulders bare. Though she has nice, full breasts, they are pretty firm for their size (all natural) and the dress was built to support them very well. Much of her back was exposed as were her flanks and you could just begin to see the swell of her breasts from her ribcage from the side. She looked like a million bucks.

We went out to a place with a youngish college-age crowd first. I sat back at a table and watched her at the bar as a couple guys flirted with her. She was girlish and flirty, touching her hair, touching their arms. One of the stood behind her and kept touching her shoulders and her exposed back. She danced with a one of the guys a little bit, mostly fast club-style music. There was a little grinding and he had his hands all over her... It was very sexy and exciting to watch. Back to the bar, and a little more blatant flirting... tipping her head back into him, tracing his finger over the line of her exposed throat. I could tell she was doing the best she could to play along and keep it light, then he stuck his hand down her cleavage and grabbed her breast. That was a mistake, and we quickly left that place. As I said before, she was really a good girl and had done virtually nothing with any man before me, so a clumsy fast move like that wasn't going to work.

We ended up at a trendy club with a slightly older crowd. (Late 20s to mid 30s. Young professional.) Nice decor, combination of tables and a big bar. We got a table and sat and had a few drinks. she had already had a few and doesn't usually drink that much, so she was getting pretty tipsy pretty quickly. We notice a black man sitting by himself, and I catch him stealing glances at her. I couldn't blame him because she is very attractive, looked fantastic in the dress, and was starting to get a little obviously loosened up from the alcohol. She got up to go to the bathroom and as she was leaving I said, "He looks lonely. make you should see if he wants company?"

She gave a flirty smile and said, "Maybe I will", laughed and went to the bathroom. She was gone a long time (I assume a long line), but I noticed him also looking at me with curiosity while she was gone. I gave him a little wave, he gave me a nod, and when she walked back into his view I noticed he immediately looked at her. She started walking toward me, then stopped, her back to him, smiled and turned around and walked to him.

(I was sitting maybe 4 tables away and it was loud. I couldn't hear anything of this conversation or pretty much anything that was said the whole night, so I'm reconstructing from what they both told me later.) She introduced herself and asked if he was alone. He just nodded and said, "why don't you join me?" and slid over so she could sit beside him. They talked a little but mostly she just sat there beside him. He put his arm around her, not really making a move but in a fairly possessive way I thought, ordered her yet another drink and she sat there drinking. He really didn't do anything too forward-no touching, kissing or anything like that but I thought it was very exciting seeing her sit beside him. More and more I had found myself fantasizing about interracial scenes over the past few months, so even her being beside him was starting to turn me on. I couldn't stop thinking about the contrast of their skin tones. She is very light skinned and he was very dark skinned, and also their sizes. She is average height, as am I, but he was well over 6' tall and obviously spent some time at the gym.

Predictably, she fairly soon had to go the restroom again, excused herself and went. Now as she was gone I could see him looking at me more openly, kind of smiling. Thinking back on it, I think he already knew what was going on and had decided what he was going to do. She came back this time and started to walk to me, but he stood up and kind of intercepted her, and led her out on the dance floor. The club featured a lot of Latin music and I watched the two of them dance for 4 or 5 songs. For those of you who have never done this, it is amazing to see your wife like this... so sensual, and a pure sexual object.

They danced very close, started casual, but got closer and hotter quickly. His hands were all over her and I couldn't help but notice even from across the rooms how large his hands appeared on her. She is average size and so am I, but I was pretty sure his hands could actually circle her entire waist. He was running his hands up the side of her body, over her exposed back, grabbing her ass. I could see the first time he ran his hands up her leg that he paused just below her hip and I knew he had felt the top of her stockings so he knew she was wearing thigh highs. I could see him leaning in to talk to her, and thought though I couldn't see that he seemed to be kissing and licking her ear.

Something else happened that I think was critical to what happened next, but I guess there is a little more you need to know about her. Though she was completely sexually inexperienced before I found her, she has a huge natural submissive streak. She enjoyed it when I was a little forceful and controlling with her, and she naturally understood submission. Also, this may seem a little strange, but her underarms have always been a huge erotic trigger for her. She is very aware of that part of her body as an erogenous zone, the taboo of it. She keeps very clean and almost never wears deodorant, so I think she also is in tune with the natural scents of her body... maybe something almost animalistic about it. I have never been particularly turned on by that part of her body, but I understood how she reacted to it, and apparently so did John. There were a couple times that she turned around and danced with her back to him. He took the opportunity to do what any man would have done and, hands on her hips, grinded his cock into her ass, but one time she reached behind herself and put her hand behind his head. He put his hand on her elbow which was raised in the air and stroked it down her arm. I could clearly see when he got to her armpit he touched and stroked and played with it a bit. She tried to pull away but he held her there, exploring her skin which I knew must be damp with a sheen of sweat, moving down to stroke where her underarm became her flank. I thought at that minute that this guy either had an unusual fetish or really knew how to read her and how to play her.

There were other times when they were dancing that I saw his hand on her shoulder behind her back and I'd later (from what they told me) know that he was continuing to explore and stroke her armpit with his thumb. In the middle of a song, I saw him lean in to kiss her, but she turned away and made (you guessed it) yet another trip to the restroom. He walked back to his table now very obviously smiling at me... thinking back on it I realize he knew right there he was going to fuck her.

She came back from the restroom and sat with me. She asked if I liked what I saw and I said yeah it was pretty hot. She said he was very "big"... I wasn't sure if that meant tall or something else she had felt. It was loud so we didn't exactly have a long conversation, but she did say "he tried to kiss me."

I said, "yeah I saw." Then a second later I jokingly said, "you were pretty hot. You should let him do whatever he wants."

I laughed like it was a joke and so did she but she also said, "really?" and kind of smiled.

I said, "yes go for it!", and she laughed and went back to his table to sit down.

Things got a little more interesting. I could see him openly groping her. Hands cupping her heavy, full breasts as she sat beside him. Licking and kissing her shoulders and neck. She still hadn't kissed him, but she was letting him touch her however he wanted. This went on maybe five minutes and then he tried to run his hand up her dress between her legs. She stood up, took his hand and they went back to dancing. They were now dancing and grinding very close together. He leaned in to kiss her and she kissed him back there on the dance floor, his arms wrapping around her drawing her to him. His frame dwarfed her and I was struck again my the size difference and the contrast in their skin tone. I saw him grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to him that he then licked and bit... licking down to her exposed cleavage... his other hand holding her breast pinching and playing with her nipple through the dress. I was rock hard watching this. I couldn't believe how exciting it was in real life, even so much more than fantasy. He kissed and sucked at as much of her breasts as were exposed by the dress. I was sure she wouldn't let me go that far in public, but she was drunk and kind of lost in the moment. Almost as an afterthought once he was done kissing her he kissed her shoulder and then down to the front of her arm. I couldn't see (but was told afterward) that he was loving the taste of her sweat. He kissed where her arm joined her body... she resisted and didn't raise her arm, but he probed his tongue under her arm to taste her sweaty skin.

As they turned to walk off the dance floor I noticed that she was unsteady on her feet... so excited she was literally having trouble walking... his hand possessively on her ass as they came to the table where I was sitting. He introduced himself to me and said, "thank you for letting me borrow your wife", and dropped his business card on the table. He looked directly at me and said, with a tone of command in his voice, "contact me", dropped a wad of cash on his table and walked out the door. Even then, with my head spinning, I had no idea where we would be a few months from that night.