Slut Wife - Origins Pt. 02

I don't see sex as something to be rationed. Aside from the fact that I like dick, I just don't see it as logical. The key is to keep it casual and avoid the freight of expectations. Each new guy has to be taught that, but they are usually very receptive. If you are going to drive me across town, we should leave an extra 15 minutes. That way I can suck you off before or after - I like doing it and besides it is a lot easier than riding the bus. Just don't make a fuss about it or make it more emotional or psychological than it needs to be. Enjoy and move on.

At this point in time, I typically kept my guys apart. They knew about each other, I talked on the phone with one guy in front of another and they occasionally crossed paths if one was picking me up or dropping me off. But I didn't do things with more than one at a time. However, I did frequently indulge in back-to-back sex...fucking more than one of them within the same day or the space of a few hours. That always made me hot.

I know most people regard me as a slut. They surely did or would have at this point in time if they knew of my actions. That is fine. But reality is that I had only had two (unsatisfying) one-night stands and I was otherwise quite settled and rationale with my guys. We were a tight knit group. I wasn't out fucking random guys. I guess that is why I always felt comfortable fucking them bareback. It would not have been nearly as fun if they couldn't come in or on me.

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It was late November when I found out that Jimmy was coming to attend my school. He had dumped Melody. Dating for four months and still making him beg to get to third base with the lights off is no way to treat your man. But even if not for that, he just had to get out of that little town and move on with his life.

I was on the sofa at Jake's apartment wearing only his Bears football jersey with my legs curled under me reading a textbook. Jake was in the kitchen making spaghetti dinner. My phone rang and I picked it up as soon as I saw the caller ID.

"Jimmy, how are you?" I greeted him with almost exaggerated warmth. Jake glanced my way and smiled gently. We were long past the point of jealousy. My attraction to and sexual activity with other men was an established fact.

"Better now that I hear your voice. What are you up to?"

"I am at Jake's place studying while he makes dinner." I stated honestly. The openness and clarity around my male partners is a two-way street so it is important that Jake hear me be just as unabashed with Jimmy as the other way around. "But what do you mean by 'better now'? What is wrong sweetie?"

"Oh nothing. I didn't mean it that way. I mean I did break-up with Melody but it is for the best. Listen I am starting studies next semester and I am coming into the City tomorrow to find a place and register for courses. I was hoping I could come see you."

"You better!" I demanded with a grin. "What time are you getting here?"

"I expect around 10:00."

"I have a class that ends at 10:30. I will skip the rest of the day and show you around."

"I don't want you to miss classes Cyn."

"Don't be silly. I don't want to miss the day with you." I responded in honestly. Then I gave him directions where to park and where to meet me. I felt unusually exhilarated. In that moment Jimmy was no longer the goodie-two-shoes I had to dump before he could pop the question and made it all just too awkward. He was one of my former lovers and I wanted to make him one of my current lovers again.

Like I said, Jake was past any kind of traditional jealousy. But he fucked me extra vigorously that evening and again the next morning. In retrospect I am quite sure that my warm reception of Jimmy raised his blood a bit.

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The next day I had Jake bring me back to my dorm early so I could change before class. I had clean panties and the basics at his place so it wasn't an absolute necessity. So, although it went unsaid, he knew I was getting myself done up just a bit more than usual for Jimmy.

It was late fall so I couldn't go skimpy (too cold) so I went clingy. I had a pair of black leather pants that fit like they were painted on, a pair of thigh high, stiletto heeled boots that fit over them and a skimpy little black lace thong that left no panty lines. On top I wore a very snug cable knit black sweater that stretched to contain my big braless tits. Over that I wore a bolero leather jacket that sat just above my leather pants and accentuated my waist. Daddy had bought me the whole outfit and I wore it knowing that he would be ok with me putting it on to entice another man.

If that sounds like a little (or a lot) too much for a freshman 9:30 a.m. psych class...well it was. I knew it and I didn't give a fuck. Like I said, I treat my men right. And I think I caught my professor's eye, but more on that later.

When Jimmy saw me strutting across the courtyard to meet him it looked like his eyes might bug out of his head. The day had warmed so my jacket was open and I was keenly aware of the bounce in my step and the jiggle of my tits. As I came up to him I added a little trot to my step then threw my arms around him and gave him a big luxurious kiss.

Jimmy later told me that in that moment I was a woman to him - no longer a girl. And having me approach and embrace him that way absolutely drove him wild with desire and made him feel like a man. Perhaps that was just the juxtaposition of having been treated like a horny teenager by Melody but it resonated with me. The whole idea of holding back and rationing sex and affection seemed such a cheap and shallow way to win a man's attention. That makes them feel bad and ashamed of their desires. I make them feel good. Yes, my bouncing tits and tight pants make them feel good. That is why they come back to me without needing to possess me.

Jimmy and I walked around campus and talked for a few hours. The whole time I held his hand and pulled myself into him like no other man in the world mattered. I was probably overdoing it. I liked being the opposite of Melody. I liked reuniting with him. I liked knowing I had total control of the situation and that made me want to give more.

Around 2:30 we ended up back at my dorm where he met Brad and Gail. It was brief as he had to run off to meet with the registrar and a couple prospective landlords. We agreed to meet up again around 5:30.

This is where things got a little dirty and it carried through the week (again).

At 4:00 Gail went to meet friends to study at the library. When she left I told Brad to come to my room at 5:00 to fuck me. Well I didn't say that but he knew my body language. I went back to my room and peeled off my leather outfit - as any girl will tell you it looks great but it isn't super practical. I needed to shower and freshen up. Happily, my roommate was out for a couple more hours. I realized as I stood naked in front of the mirror that Brad and Jimmy both favoured the same perfume on me.

I chose to put on black thigh high stockings, black stiletto heels, a black choker and nothing else. The choker looked like an accordion of diamonds as if it might just be a tattoo. I also put in my belly button strand of diamonds - Gail and I had our bellybuttons pierced with daddy a few weeks earlier and he bought us both a small strand of diamonds. And my diamond strand earrings - also from daddy.

I let Brad in at precisely 5:00 - I like my men to be prompt and they always oblige. I pulled him into me and laid a big kiss on him then I led him over to my bed. I crawled onto the single bed, put my back to the wall and slid down just a bit. Then I put my heels at the edge of the bed, spread my legs and beckoned him with a theatrical crook of my index finger.

"Come and lick my pussy Brad."

He got down on his knees and obliged without a word. I kneaded my tits with one hand and flicked my clit with the other while Brad licked furiously. We had me cumming and very wet in no time. My body gave a little shudder as I moved my hands to the back of his head and held him in place as I rode my orgasm.

"Lick right there. Exactly like that. Yes, yes, yes. Mmmmmmmmm. That was so good. Now get up here and fuck me."

Brad stood up and peeled off his clothes in haste. I fingered my pussy alternating between inserting two fingers up to the second knuckle and circling my clit while I waited. His cock was rock hard as soon as his pants came off. He painted the entrance to my cunt up and down with his hard dick then plunged it into me.

"That's it Brad. Fuck me before Jimmy gets here." Just as it had been with Jake, the mention of a 'competitor' seemed to raise his blood. He pumped his viral young cock into me as hard and fast as he could. Just moments later he tensed up as I felt his sperm coat my insides.

A few minutes later Brad was getting dressed to leave. I stayed on the bed making no motion to get dressed. I think he knew I was about to fuck Jimmy. When he was ready to leave, I got up and gave him a kiss. When the door closed I grabbed a small towel to wipe away his cum that had leaked out of my pussy and down my thigh. Seconds later Jimmy knocked on the door. I opened it.

"I just...uh...uh." He stuttered as he saw my naked body and tried to collect himself. I smiled at his awkwardness. "Um, I mean I just saw Brad leaving."

"Un huh." I confirmed as I saw the realization creep across his face. Brad had left only seconds earlier so I could not have had a chance to change after he left. That meant I was dressed like this when he left and that meant I had just fucked Brad.

As the door closed behind him I walked back to the bed and took up exactly the same position I had with Brad. As I beckoned Jimmy to lick my pussy we could both see the wet spot on the bed between my legs - wet with the sexual juices of Brad and I. Jimmy stutter stepped then got on his knees and started to lick my pussy. He didn't know what had transpired, but he could see the swollen folds of my pussy lips and smell the fresh scent of sex. Still he proceeded.

This time I had my nicely manicured finger on my lower lip and my other hand on the back of Jimmy's head with a slutty smile on my face. I didn't need any more physical stimulation. The awareness that Jimmy was so willingly eating my freshly fucked pussy had my heart racing. When I finally invited him to fuck me it was like it had been with Brad - urgent and powerful like he was proving himself to me. I loved it and I felt another orgasm creep up from my toes just as Jimmy filled my cunt with jizz yet again.

After that we got dressed and went to dinner. I mentioned nothing of the fact that I had just fucked him and Brad back to back. He didn't raise it either. Between the three of us was now an understanding that didn't need to be stated or explored further. After dinner Jimmy and I walked back to the parking lot and I sucked him off before he took me home. Then he drove back home. He would be back at the start of the new semester and we would be lovers again.

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The encounter with Brad and Jimmy had been on a Monday night. I felt like I could have been fucked a dozen more times that night. That is the way sex is with me. I don't really get sated per se. The more I get off the more I want to get off. And it isn't just the fucking. It is all the other aspects - mental, emotional, psychological. The more naught I am the more naughty I want to be.

Anyway, that is all there was that night and I remained studious and cock free until that Thursday. As usual I worked Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings starting at 5:00. Brad showed up at 4:15 to pick me up. I was ready to go but as usual I invited him in and sucked him off before he drove me to work. I enjoy the taste of his cum so I like to savour it all the way there. But of course, work calls for a different scent so after I kissed him I popped in a mint.

"Get me at 9:30 ok sweetie."

"Sure Cyn."

On this particular night Gerhard's wife was in the restaurant. This was not the norm. Reality is that she liked to stop in now and then to meddle and criticize but she rarely ever spent time there much less actually being helpful. She was the opposite of Gerhard in many ways. He was kind and gentle and diligent. He tried very hard to cultivate a positive work environment and we all appreciated it. We worked hard for Gerhard because he set the example and supported his staff. His wife on the other hand regarded every moment of our time as units of labour that were bought and paid for so if she saw anybody 'slacking off' she could be a real bitch about it. She was just too strident and harsh to see that quibbling over those little moments did far more damage to morale than any productivity she might get as a result. She didn't understand that we worked hard for Gerhard in spite of her bitchiness.

Truth is that we never slacked off anyway. It was just little bullshit that bugged her. Like taking a moment to talk about a social thing while waiting on the kitchen for an order or receiving a call on your cellphone. That is the one that tipped the scales this night.

The restaurant was busy so Gerhard asked me to extend my shift. Normally his wife might have lent a hand but she was leaving to visit her mother back in Germany until the new year - yes she was going to fuck off during their busiest season and leave her husband alone over the holidays. I was happy to oblige. I just had to call Brad to tell him to pick me up later. When the wife saw me on the phone she had a little hissy fit and started chewing me out. Gerhard intervened and led her away, but she remained in a snit and never apologized to me.

He planned to drive her to the airport, but just before they were to leave she went on a tirade about all the things he needed to do better and how he needed to stay and take care of the restaurant. She took a cab.

I would like to say that what happened next was solely due to my sympathy for Gerhard but I was a also feeling a bit vengeful towards his bitchy wife.

It was at least 10:30 by the time we closed up and there was still some cleaning up to do. A little after 11:00 I went to see Gerhard in his office. He often let me change there or in one of the adjacent offices because I preferred not to wear the uniform from my dormitory. He was at his desk with his head in his hands. I knocked gently on the open door.

"I think we are all cleaned up Gerhard."

"Oh, yes thank you so much for staying late Cynthia." He exclaimed as he jumped up from his desk. "And um I am really sorry that my wife was so hard on you. That wasn't fair. She was out of line. I just, um...Do you want the room to change? I'll give you a few moments."

"No wait, please." I said. Then I closed the door behind me.

Gerhard had come halfway across the room and was standing in front of his small round meeting table. I couldn't help but think that he looked defeated. What he had just said was probably the first time he had ever said anything remotely critical of his wife. And I could tell that he seemed angry, not just at the way she had treated me but her behaviour in general. I walked right up to him and stood less than a foot away. I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Gerhard, I want to say this. Everyone here works hard for you, not for your wife. I don't mean to be rude, but I hustle and stay late in spite of her harangues not because of them. Honestly I could get another job easily."

"I know. I am sorry."

"That is just it Gerhard. You don't need to be sorry. You are our boss. You treat us well so we treat you well." Then I moved in and kissed him full on the mouth. I had never felt so exposed approaching a man. This was the type of man who might well reject me out of loyalty to his wife even though she was being a total cunt.

But he didn't. He kissed me back. Our arms encircled one another. As he pulled me close he felt almost desperate, like a man starving for affection. As my big tits mashed into him, I opened my mouth and our tongues met. He breathed a great moaning sigh that seemed part release and part passion. I kept kissing him, wanting him to feel desired.

As we paused our embrace my phone rang. I could tell that it had broken the spell. He looked as though he thought he had violated me and he wanted to make amends.

"No please wait." I said putting my hand on his chest and my body between him and the door as I answered the phone.

"Hi Brad. Yes. I am not quite ready. Can you wait 20 minutes? Yes? Thank you, sweetie. I'll be out as soon as I can."

"You have to go." Said Gerhard obviously antsy and feeling guilty.

"No, I don't. I said 20 minutes and it takes less than 5 minutes to change."

"But..."

"But nothing." I responded now very much in control.

I leaned in and kissed him again. After a long passionate embrace I moved my hand down to his crotch. His cock was hard and quite large. I hungered for a taste of him. As I squat down in front of him he seemed to freeze in place. He knew what was coming but seemed to almost dare not believe it. I unzipped his pants and looked up at him as he looked down into my canyon of cleavage. We both gasped a bit as I pulled out his long fat cock - me at the size of it and him and being touched. I wondered how long it had been since he had been touched by a woman, properly and with passion and acceptance. His wife seemed the coldest of creatures so I guessed it had been a long time.

I started by stroking it slowly while I looked up at him. Then I took him in my mouth and tried to slowly ease him in. He was bigger than I had experienced so I gagged a little as I got him about 2/3 of the way in.

"I'm...I'm sorry Cynthia. I didn't mean to..."

"Shhhh. It is ok Gerhard." I said as I stroked his cock. "I'll let you know if there is a problem."

All I could think was, what has this woman done to him that he can barely enjoy a blow job? I tried again and this time got about ¾ of his impressive manhood in before I started to gag. I pulled back again and smiled up at him.

"You have a big dick. This will take some practice. I hope you don't mind."

He smiled an awkward smiled and nodded. He was letting himself go and even enjoying the possibility that this would happen again.

I took my time stroking his fat cock with two hands while I teased his cock head. When I sucked on his balls and licked his taint he bucked and shuddered as though that was the first time anyone had ever done that for him. He moaned out loud so that I couldn't help but smile even though I had a mouth full of his nutsack.

I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer so I went back to pumping his cock with my mouth while I kept a firm hold on the base of his impressive shaft...from the top of his purple swollen cock head down to as far as I could get him in my throat I pumped and pumped until he called out a warning.

"I am going to cum."

I just looked up at him and kept sucking his impressive cock.

But he was still unsure. "Cynthia, I am going to cum." He said again afraid he was going to anger me if he came in my mouth.

"Go ahead and cum in my mouth." I said seductively before wrapping my ruby red lips around his manhood again. I felt that familiar buck of his hips and that taste of thick salty sex in the back of my throat. Usually I get three or four or maybe five spurts of cum in decreasing volume, but Gerhard seemed to have a whole lifetime saved up. I couldn't quite swallow fast enough. I was soon gurgling and had no choice but to let some of it escape. I felt his warm gooey jizz escape my mouth, coat my chin and drip lasciviously onto my tits. But I kept him in my mouth and kept swallowing as much as I could as long as his hips kept bucking and his huge cock kept spurting. When he was done I took my time cleaning off his dick and licking his balls clean. Then I put his cock back in his pants and stood up.