Slut Wife - Heather's World

"Wow."

"And you might be surprised to find that the women are more hung up on this than the men. Especially in a wife led relationship it is easy enough to get him to test the waters. But it is the women who get hung up thinking this makes him less of a man. You have no business being a dom and you are short changing your sub if you aren't able to explore with a completely open mind."

"So are most of your clients in female led relationships?"

"Well I would say a little more than half. We have all kinds of different clients but obviously I am most familiar with the female led relationship."

"Why do people use you as a matchmaker? They have lots of internet resources."

"Yes, but this far beyond the mainstream it is hard to sort through. There are a lot of missed expectations. We don't actively seek to make matches but for the clients we know intimately we keep our eye out for other close matches."

"Really, so you get clients telling you they would like to be a cuckold or slut wife or Dom or whatever."

"Oh yes. It is fascinating. The fact that these people share these deep desires with us is a source of great pride for me. And I must admit that they continue to surprise - and arouse - me all the time."

"You mean you get turned on by your clients?"

"Fuck yes. Of course I do. I am a Dom not a robot. I am not saying it all turns me on, but I could't do it if I didn't enjoy it."

"So you have sex with your clients?"

"Some yes, some no....depends on what they want, what they need and what I want......not to mention what they pay for."

"What is the most sought after set-up for the matchmaking service?"

"Oh definitely cuckolds. For every woman wanting a cuckold there are about five good cuckolds available, anxious and well trained."

Bill politely interrupted and asked if he could go get drinks for all of them. After placing their orders Heather handed him the end of his leash and let him go get drinks.

"You know Irina it strikes me that Roxanne has been training Bill and I all weekend."

"Probably true, Roxy is a natural." laughed Irina. "I wish you luck Heather. From what little I know I think you two are good candidates."

"Do you have any advice?"

"Be open and honest about who and what you are. You don't need to advertise but as soon as you start hiding parts of yourself it is like lying - you have to keep doing it to keep the story going. And ignore the stuff you see in porn. Polyamory has nothing to do with race. And while I have met many men with extremely open attitudes about their wife's sexual activity very few want to be constantly emasculated. Role play is one thing. But if you really want to reject your partner then go be mistreated by some other guy because of the colour of his skin or the size of his cock, please break up with your partner so he can find someone who won't treat him like shit."

Bill caught the last part of Heather's discussion with Irina as Heather was checking her watch. The afternoon had flown by and Yury would be there to pick her up in half an hour. As she excused herself to prepare for her date Irina asked if she could have the end of Bill's leash. Then she asked if Heather would mind of Irina had some fun with Bill - harmless of course. Heather handed the end of Bill's leash to Irina with a smile and left the room.

When she came back to the party she was wearing a red dress, snug to her braless torso with an open back. Where her bare skin stopped just above the crack of her ass the dress flaired slightly and hung looser as side slits separated it into front and back halves. She wore her favourite pair of strappy Blahnik heels. Heather's hemline was about 3" below her pussy and the side slits ran to the top of her hip. Bill was ready now she thought - no sense downplaying her plans for the evening.

Heather approached Irina and Bill first. She kissed Irina gently on the lips then turned to Bill. "I will see you at the airport tomorrow morning at about 10:00 a.m. Have the boarding passes ready please." Then she said her goodbyes to the other ladies and took an extra few moments to thank Roxanne for all of her hospitality and efforts. Before Heather left, Roxy gave her a slut wife anklet.

Peter was on his knees putting on the anklet as Irina led Bill out onto the patio. The patio was quite large because the building stepped back at that point - so it was about 2,000 square feet of luxury outdoor space over the roof of the units below. And the ten floors above as well as the surrounding buildings had a view of the deck. Irina was intentionally parading Bill around where he could be seen by strangers.

She led him to the edge where they could look down on the entry. Bill saw his pretty wife go bouncing out the front door to meet her lover dressed in a skimpy slutty dress. He saw her leg bend as she reached up and kissed him. And he saw Yury grope her ass before she jumped into his Ferrari convertible. Irina didn't need to tell Bill that Heather would get fucked by Yury that night, but she wanted him to see it so he could accept it. Once inside the car Yury reached over and touched Heather's thigh. She instinctively opened her legs offering full access.

Then Irina told Bill to get on his knees and lick her ass clean. He complied immediately and enthusiastically. "Good candidates indeed." thought Irina as Bill's submissive tongue reached her puckered pink asshole.

Irina spent several hours showing Bill things he had never experienced. When his thoughts drifted back to Heather it occurred to him that having a slut wife with friends like Irina was not a bad trade-off - a point of view affirmed by the fact that Peter was at that moment being serviced by three beautiful sluts. Neither man would be having those experiences if they had not learned to submit.

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Yury's private garage was off of a secluded lane way behind his house. They pulled into and got out of the car. Yury asked for a picture of her with the car - her slutty red dress matched the car so perfectly.

Heather happily obliged. She put her hands on the back of the car and turned to look at Yury with a sultry expression. When he asked her to spread her legs and bend at the waist she obliged as a shiver of excitement ran up her thighs. When Heather turned to look at him again she knew her skimpy dress was riding up her ass so that her pussy was exposed.

Aside from the pictures on her own smart phone this was the first naked picture ever taken of Heather. Her face was as visible as her neatly trimmed pussy and this pic might well end up on the internet. A smile crossed her face as she felt she had crossed the point of no return - she was publicly and unabashedly a slut now. The thought of it made her pussy wet.

As she bent deeper she felt her full tits rest on the warm rear engine compartment of Yury's car just as she felt his hand on her ass. She sighed and waited in anticipation as she heard him unzip his pants. The main garage door was still open to the darkened lane way. Seconds later he slid his big hard dick into her pussy. She was already wet so he plunged all the way in. Heather moaned like a filthy slut basking in the pleasure of being filled by Yury's fat dick. Soon she was grunting in ecstasy as he took her sex.......again. When he was done fucking her he gently lifted her off of the car and put her on her knees in front of him.

And for the first time she took his full load of cum down her throat. As she swallowed his load she thought to herself "Yury knows how to treat a slut. He gives me what I want and treats me nicely and gently. Why don't most guys understand that a girl wanting to be fucked doesn't mean she wants to be abused? Oh well their loss. The girls are right - never mind what most guys think, just enjoy yourself."

The warm and comfortable mood drove Heather to give Yury's fat cock a little extra attention - even a man who just shot his load likes to have his dick licked. When she was done Heather stood and gave Yury a soft cum flavoured kiss before they walked down the street for dinner.

Just like he said, it was a nice outdoor patio with good food and a groovy vibe. It was an active place with lots of pretty girls dressed to kill. Yury's focus was all on Heather and it was no act. After eating they had drinks at the bar. The whole time he could not keep his hands off of her. Whenever he squeezed her plump smooth ass under her dress she knew somebody might be able to see her pussy. She didn't mind a bit. Partly she found it sexy and liberating. But she was also coming to the realization that the person whose opinion mattered was the man she was with at that moment........Oh the years she had wasted suppressing her desires and turning men off to avoid the judgment of strangers.

Heather pulled Yury's hand to her bare ass, leaned her full breasts into him and whispered gently in his ear "take me home and fuck me." He happily obliged.

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At 10:00 the next morning Bill waited for his slut wife Heather near the entrance to the departures level of O'Hare Airport. As instructed he had the boarding passes in his hand. He watched as Yury's red Ferrari pulled up. And he wondered as he waited and waited for Heather to get out. It was only when she finally opened the door and got out that he realized what had taken so long - she was giving Yury one last blow job.

Heather cleaned a tiny dab of cum from the corner of her mouth as she strode confidently to the entrance. She had on the same strappy heels as the night before. Her top was a loose pullover that fell well off of one shoulder showing the top of one of her obviously braless breasts. Her firm tits and hard nipples bounced shamelessly. She had on a tiny suede skirt the same tan colour as her top. All legs, she attracted at a lot of looks. At a glance it looked like she wore no bottoms at all.

This was new territory for both of them and neither quite knew how to react at this meeting. Had he lost her? Would he be angry?

Heather breathed deeply and approached Bill with a smile. Then she gave him a deep long cum flavoured kiss - it was fresh and he knew instantly that she had just swallowed Yury's cum. He paused dumbstruck......then kissed her again and made up his mind.

"I want a taste." said Bill.

"Pardon?"

"A taste darling.......I want a taste of slutty pussy."

Heather smiled and took Bill's hand. They hurried to the security clearance area which was mercifully not busy. Once in the departures area the lovers found a handicapped washroom with a lockable door. Inside Heather leaned back against the wall, spread her legs and pulled up her skirt. Bill dove into her naked pussy not knowing where she had been - she was clean but smelled of sex. It would not have mattered to Bill if she had been dripping cum. This was Heather's favourite sexual experience of the whole trip.

When Bill was done Heather reached into her purse and pulled out his cock ring. She gave it to him without a word and he put it on as he knew she expected. Heather had to leave to allow his dick to get soft enough to allow him to get the ring on. When he came out of the bathroom she stood about 20' away leaning against a post and chatting with two young men. Obviously in control of the interaction she simply said goodbye and walked towards Bill as he came out leaving the horny young men to stare at her as she walked away.

As they hurried to catch their flight Heather bounced and jiggled through the terminal, increasingly accustomed to the horny looks of the men and jealous judgmental looks of the women. "Fuck 'em, they are just jealous" thought both Heather and Bill.

The plane was boarding as they got to the gate. While they waited in line Heather gave Bill another long and deep kiss - this time tasting her own delicious slutty pussy on his lips.

"Bill, when we first decided that I would sleep with other men you told me you didn't want our friends to know. I am really glad we got to start our exploration so far from home. But, well I am changed now and I don't know if I can keep it under wraps."

"I know darling. You have to be who you are. Our lives may change but I want you to be who you are, the sexy slut I adore....