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I called in the order; it would be ready in 30 minutes.
The place was 15 minutes away, so after another 15 minutes, I got my stuff together and told Tara and Jon I'd be back in a little while.
Tara got up to see me out and asked whether I wanted company for the ride, as Jon or she would be happy to go with me.
I looked her in the eyes, smiling, and said, "Thank you babe, I appreciate it, but I want you to stay here and have fun with Jon. I won't be gone too long."
That devilish look reappeared in her eyes and she asked, "Are you sure? You want me to stay and hang out with Jon...alone?"
"Absolutely sure," I replied, and then I walked out, after giving her a kiss goodbye.
I didn't need to say anything more.
Jon at this point had no idea about how Tara had become a 'changed woman.' I think he was shocked by the boob job question, but we were close friends, and it wasn't totally crazy. He'd seen her in tiny bikinis and danced with her plenty of times.
However, what happened next caught him totally off guard. He was in my house, and we've been friends for a long time, so I know Jon would never make a move on Tara.
Having escorted me to the door, Tara walked back into the room where Jon was watching the game. She stood directly in front of the TV and pulled off her top and dropped her shorts to the floor. She was standing totally naked for Jon.
Jon again was speechless staring at her.
"Do you like what you see? You said my boobs were perfect, so I thought you ought to see the entire package...so what do you think?" she asked.
Jon didn't know what to do or say, but that didn't matter.
Tara then walked right over to him, got on her knees, undid his belt, and pulled Jon's pants to his ankles without saying another word to him.
Jon was as hard as a rock by the time Tara pulled down his pants but made no effort to stop her. I'm sure he was in a state of shock from what was happening.
Once Tara stripped Jon down, she started blowing him right there on my couch.
In the middle of sucking his dick, Tara looked up at Jon and finally said, "I hope you know I've never done this before. And it is ok, he knows what we're doing right now. We both want you to fuck me, and I've wanted to fuck you for as long as I've known you. I'm yours tonight. Take me and treat me like all those other sluts that you've been with."
Jon didn't need to hear another word. He took control and pushed Tara down on the couch, warmed her up with some oral sex, and then proceeded to fuck her.
Reportedly, he fucked her from behind first, then Tara rode him, followed by her spreading her legs wide on the couch. When he was about to finish, Tara apparently told him to cum deep in her pussy, and he was happy to oblige.
My innocent wife Tara was gone.
The evening came to a surprising end after that.
I didn't know what to expect after I arrived back at the house with the food. Would they still be fucking, and would I catch them? Did they go through with it? My mind was reeling with the different possibilities.
Anyway, Jon, presumably mortified to face me, got dressed quickly after finishing inside Tara. He gathered his things and then bolted out of our house.
When I arrived and saw his car was gone, I got nervous that my plan was foiled. I couldn't believe that under the circumstances Jon would leave. Could he really have resisted Tara's advance?
However, as soon as I walked inside, I knew that was not the case.
Tara was still nude and was beaming.
She greeted me at the door with her hair all mussed, and she smelled sweaty, like she had been working out.
Immediately she gave me a kiss.
I just asked, "How was it?"
To which she replied, "Amazing."
"Is it something you'll want to do again."
She smiled and simply said, "Absolutely."
As I placed the food on the counter, she dropped to her knees, looking back up at me, and smiled that devilish smile. Right there in the middle of the kitchen, she undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Making sure to keep eye contact, she then gave me perhaps the best blowjob I've received from her. She doesn't love the taste of (my) cum, but when I told her that I was about to cum, she just wrapped her lips around my cock and let my cum explode into her mouth, while her eyes remained locked on me.
When I finished, she opened her mouth and smiled, revealing the massive load. Finally she took it down in one big swallow. This was her way of saying thank you to me!!
Without question, that southern belle I met all those years ago was gone, replaced by a naughty slut.
There was no going back and plenty more adventures to follow!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoPlenty of adventures until she realizes she married a sissy wimp. Then she will take him for all he's worth, kick is loser ass to the curb and get a real man. A story of an idiot married to a slut.
Anonymousover 1 year agoI hate to be a quote-nazi, but the bankruptcy quote comes from Ernest Hemingway, not Mark Twain. From "the Sun Also Rises"
Regardless, it's a great story.
Hgvdriver2over 1 year agoWe are sure that there would be far fewer divorces and separations if more couples experimented in the lifestyle like this.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoMy wife was a Southern girl, a devout Catholic, and a virgin when we were married. After reading stories like this my wife had a different attitude towards sex. After an evening with her, my best friend, and I, she said she was going to get ready for bed, and went into the bedroom. She came back in about 20 minutes wearing a short t-shirt and no panties. She sat on the couch next to my friend, spread her legs apart, and asked him if he liked what she was wearing. He didn’t say anything, just kissed her while he fingered her pussy. We all went into the bedroom and fucked most of the night, the first of many over the years.
A few years after this she went to a conference in another city and because a some circumstances needed up going alone. The first night there she ended spending that and every other night with a young Black man. She said it started because being from the South it was forbidden fruit in her family and she was curious, he was good looking, and no-one there knew her. After the first night she was hooked on his big cock, how long he could last, how often he could go, and the contrast between his black and her white skin. We have been married 35 years now.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoMy wife found this story, and we both enjoyed it tremendously. She enjoys reading about other conservative wives who transform into sexual tigresses!
The story was nicely paced, and Tara’s transformation appeared quite natural. You skillfully used Mark Twain’s quote to sequence Tara’s downfall. To paraphrase him we could say “Regarding how Tara became a slut, "gradually, then all of a sudden."
In my wife’s case, she began to incorporate new behaviors into her sexuality and then suddenly, “…the floodgates were opened.” And she became a real slut!
As a newlywed husband, I remember the first time I left my attractive wife in a bar all alone. I wanted her to get hit on; I told her to enjoy the attention, and she did. You described it perfectly, like Tara, my wife was just “…like a piece of meat dangling in front of a bunch of sharks.” My wife soon began to love being dangled meat in front of shark-like men!
It took me about eight months to create an "itch", that my wife would soon need to scratch. The opportunity arose when our house remodeling project was finished. However, the contractor was short of parts and had not yet installed the security system.
My wife and I often entertained my best buddy, and she really enjoyed flirting with him. I had to go out of town on business for a week. So, I asked my buddy to come live at our place, to protect my wife – given the lack of a security system. We both helped him move into the guest bedroom, and I thanked him for coming over. I said, “Without a security system an attractive girl like her could get raped!”
They both giggled nervously, I winked at both of them, and took an Uber to the airport. Going through airport security she texted me, “A rape has occurred. I just took him! 😊” When I landed in my destination city, another text arrived; this time from him. It said, “I just raped your wife, and will continue to do so all week!” 😊
I was so, so happy to know she was now a slut! As a cuckold husband, I delight in knowing another man is between her legs, his big strong cock is in her pussy, and he is pumping her full of his baby batter! And, that she is having the best orgasms of her life with other men. Lots of other men!
This is how marriage is really supposed to work. And this is what a wife is for…meat, dangled for sharks!
Nice story, we hope you will add additional chapters!
