The New Job Pt. 01

I blame the new job. Carla, my very sexy wife - 34DD tits, curvaceous, but fucking hot as as hell, derriere, lips to die for, thick full bodied thighs and a body that looked way younger than it's 45 years, - had become a total slut ever since she'd started working as a doctor in the local sperm bank. It had certainly given our sex life the kind of resurgence we both had been craving, but it had come at a terrible cost for me personally. Carla was now insatiable, uncontrollable and the kind of slutty dominatrix I guess I'd always dreamed about. What I hadn't bargained for was how it would change me completely. Within weeks Carla's behaviour was so outrageous that to ensure our marriage continued I had to acquiesce to each of her demands.

I knew she was changing. Her underwear for one thing became more and more salacious, seductive, erotic and downright pornographic. Her skirts became shorter, her bras more revealing (not that her breasts needed much help in that department, but now anyone could catch a glimpse of her areolas and occasionally her nipples), her lipstick more tarty, more inviting. After years of us making love only a couple of times a month, and of our lovemaking being predictable and conservative she'd turned into a nymphomaniac.

Now you might think what am I complaining about? But read on and you'll find out.

Let me say from the outset that I love and adore Carla and I do not blame her at all for taking control of our marriage and our sex life. It's saved our marriage and made me realise that I'm actually really happy she has thrown the shackles off and showed me who's boss. And, although I initially resisted some of her more outlandish suggestions, I was too weak to fight her for long. Between you and me I quickly realised I didn't want to. Maybe as you read what follows you'll long for the same emancipation, the same freedom to become a sissy faggot. That is, what I am now. Or, if your a wife reading this - and your own marriage is struggling - I urge you to follow Carla's example...become a hot wife, cuckold your husband and prepare for the time of your life.

THE LEATHER BASQUE

It started with a picture of Carla in a satin and leather basque. I didn't even know she owned such a deeply arousing outfit. She sent me the picture by text. She was bent over her desk at the sperm clinic smiling and looking seductively into the camera. Her nipples were clearly visible, her black mini skirt around her ankles, her red stockings and suspender belt that matched the delicate lace around her cleavage, there for all to see. She looked like a porn star, a porn star you ached to empty your balls into. My small, just about, four and a half inch cock sprang into life. She was working the weekend. It was Saturday evening and I raced upstairs, got on our bed, took my trousers and boxers off and started rubbing my cock.

But I got the shock of my life when I read the words that accompanied the picture she'd sent to me: AND THEN MY BOSS, YOU KNOW JAMES (I knew James all right, a 30 year old Nordic like god that all Carla's new female colleagues were constantly fawning over), PUSHED ME OVER MY DESK, LIKE THIS, AND THEN HE PUT MY ARMS FORWARD, LIKE THIS. AND THEN HE PUSHED MY PANTIES ASIDE, LIKE THIS. AND JUST TOOK ME RIGHT HERE IN MY OFFICE OVER MY DESK! OH DAN, HIS COCK WAS HUGE - NOT LIKE YOUR LITTLE FEEBLE THING - PROPER BIG, I'D SAY AT LEAST EIGHT INCHES. AND HE JUST FUCKED YOUR NAUGHTY WIFE IN AND OUT, IN AND OUT WITH HIS GREAT BIG COCK. AND HE JUST GOT BIGGER AND BIGGER UNTIL I COULD FEEL A TREMENDOUS ORGASM BUILDING IN BOTH OF US. AND I KEPT THINKING ABOUT YOU AND OUR MARRIAGE VOWS - HONEST I DID, BUT I DESPERATELY WANTED HIM TO FUCK ME (You know how I've been sharing little fantasies about it during our foreplay Dan). I knew all about those fantasies all right, and how turned on it got Carla when I'd used a big dildo on her pretending it was James, and fuck did she like it. I didn't mind myself - I was a little jealous, obviously, but we had such amazing sex when we swapped these fantasies that I was happy to play along. But now? Had Carla really let James fuck her? My stomach was in knots, yet my cock remained strangely erect. AND THEN, JUST AS I REACHED MY TIPPING POINT, I FELT JAMES GET EVEN MORE SWOLLEN. A MOMENT LATER I SCREAMED WITH PLEASURE AS I CLIMAXED AND JAMES PUMPED HIS THICK, STICKY, MANLY CUM INTO YOUR NAUGHTY WIFE''S NEWLY STRETCHED PUSSY. NOW DAN, PLEASE DON'T BE ANGRY I'll BE HOME SHORTLY AND I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU THE BEST SHAGGING OF YOUR LIFE...AFTER ALL I'VE JUST HAD THE BEST ONE OF MINE! Love ya, hubby XXXXX P.S James took the picture, he thought you'd like it!

I was upset. I was angry. And I didn't think Carla was winding me up either. And that last bit, about James taking the photograph like my wife was some kind of trophy? That hurt too. But Carla looked so fucking hot, and my cock was STILL erect and my naughty hot wife was on the way home.

And I kept thinking about last night.

Carla had come home frantic, wild even.

A guy had come to the sperm bank with his wife and Carla had taken him to the room where he could make a deposit so to speak. But half an hour later he still had not returned.

"So what did you do?" I asked Carla, as she was gently kissing and caressing me. I was naked, Carla was dressed in a gorgeous pair of silk pink panties, black stockings and a pink balcony bra.

"I had to go back upstairs and knock on the door...and...interrupt him."

"What happened then?"

"I asked if I could come in. He said yes. And there he was on the bed stark naked but with a very floppy cock."

"Bloody hell!"

"I know...so I asked him what the problem was."

"And?"

"And he passed me these," Carla reached into her rucksack and pulled out a load of porno magazines. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't want to appear too interested. So I just took a cursory glance at them.

"I don't understand," I said, though my cock stiffened, which Carla definitely noticed.

"Take a closer look," she insisted.

I did. And the penny dropped. The magazines were all gay porn.

"Shit! No wonder he was having problems."

"Exactly."

"So what did you do then?" I asked, my heart now pounding in my chest.

"I told him that unfortunately he'd been put in the room that we use for all the gay guys that want to leave a sample, because all the other rooms were in use...However..."

"However?" I asked, almost whispering my reply wondering now where all this was heading.

"However...I said I could help him out."

"You didn't?!" I exclaimed, face flushing, yet feeling a peculiar sense of excitement.

"I had to, Dan. Poor guy was in a terrible state."

I nodded, swallowing hard. "And then?"

"I told him not to worry and I unbuttoned my top and slipped off my skirt. Immediately his cock became engorged and he started rubbing it, like this."

Carla, suspecting this might be too much for me and that I might fly into a jealous rage at any moment, started kissing my nipples which always drives me insane, and started gently rubbing my cock. Once she knew she had me (quite literally) in the palm of her hand she continued the story.

"I climbed on the bed with him and turned around to give him a good look at my sexy ass...It is sexy Dan, isn't it?"

"Yes," I somehow managed, as my own excitement grew.

"Then I leaned forward grabbed his cock and the small container, allowed him to grab my tits and started gently, but then more quickly rubbing him, like this."

I could feel I was about to cum, but just then Carla paused.

"Why have you stopped?!" I almost screamed.

"I want you to taste my tits...when that guy exploded today he completely missed the container and his cum landed on your naughty wife's tits. It was quite the turn on...though it meant I had to rub his cock all over again and make sure I collected his cum in the container this time even if it did look ridiculously hot dripping from my nipples and running down my cleavage! Just as well he was young and recovered so quickly hey? Anyway, it would really turn me on if my lovely hubby tasted this stud's dried up cum on your wife's big titties.."

What could I do? I was too far gone to care anymore and Carla's story was insanely erotic and naughty. I licked her nipples and knew immediately she was telling the truth. There was a faint salty taste and smell of cum there, not entirely unpleasant either. And my lack of hesitation thrilled Carla so much she reached into the bedside table and pulled out her favourite black vibrator. Within seconds we both climaxed. And I guess I knew then that we'd never be the same again.

That's when I remembered the gay porn. And thought why not? Carla will be home soon, no harm idling a way an hour or so in looking to see what it's all about. The thing was though some of it wasn't gay porn, several magazines were called The Hot Wife and I couldn't help but think Carla had planted them there deliberately.

Curiosity made me turn the first few pages. Carla's recent behaviour kept me turning them and sent me down a cuckold matrix that I'm now unable to escape from. The first picture I looked at greatly turned me on even though it shouldn't have. It showed a hot wife on all fours about to put a big fat cock into her mouth and the caption said: YOU SHOULD BE MAD BUT SOMEHOW WATCHING YOUR NAUGHTY WIFE ABOUT TO TAKE THE HOT YOUNG GARDENER INTO HER MOUTH IS A BIG TURN ON - ESPECIALLY AS HER WEDDING RING IS CLEARLY VISIBLE AT THE BASE OF HIS ENORMOUS COCK.

Fuck, I thought, could I really, really cope with Carla taking some random guys cock in her mouth - she never took mine in her mouth - so surely she wouldn't take some stranger's. Would she? And how would i feel about that. Angry as a fucking ape, I concluded.

But the next picture slowly changed my thinking somewhat. It showed a wife in a ivory chemise, tits out, cum dribbling down her chin looking stunningly attractive and satiated and whispering to her husband: DID YOU LIKE IT WHEN I BEGGED HIM TO COME IN MY MOUTH? Despite my reservation some sick, depraved, twisted part of me, couldn't help but picture Carla saying that to me and me saying how hot I found it.

Shit, what was happening to me? I could feel myself burrowing deeper into this outrageously deviant world. But instead of looking for the exit and I never waqnted to leave. My cock now had grown to its full four and a half inches and was pulsating and leaking pre-cum everywhere. I knew I should put the magazine down but I was getting more and more turned on, and more and more and sucked (no pun intended) into this new, to me anyway, dark and obscene world.

I found it all so hypnotic. If I had ejaculated before Carla came home it would have broken the spell, but I wanted to have sex with her and besides I was drunk on the debased pleasure of looking at all the images. So drunk with lust, that I didn't even hear Carla come home, come up the stairs and enter our bedroom.

I was staring at woman about Carla's age - a gallon of cum dripping out of her pussy and onto her purple fishnet stockings. She looked hotter than hell and the words she was saying to her husband were sultry, diabolical and intoxicating: BE HONEST, YOU LOVED WATCHING WALTER FUCK YOUR HOT NAUGHTY WIFE DIDN'T YOU? YOU LOVED WATCHING HIS BIG MEATY COCK GIVE ME WHAT YOU NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL - A MIND-BLOWING ORGASM? AND YOU LOVED IT WHEN I SCREAMED WITH PLEASURE AS HE TOOK ME OVER THE EDGE AND HIS CUM ERUPTED INTO ME AND SLID DOWN MY LEGS? AND, NOW YOU WANT SLOPPY SECONDS DON'T YOU? WELL HERE, PUT MY PURPLE PANTIES AND MATCHING FISHNET STOCKINGS ON FIRST AND THEN COME AND GET YOUR DESSERT. OH, BUT WAIT ONE MOMENT...LET ME GRAB MY PHONE, I TOLD WALTER I'D FILM YOU DOING THIS SO HE KNOWS WHAT A GOOD SISSY FAGGOT YOU ARE. I was mesmerised. It was plainly ridiculous, yet thrillingly arousing...

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Fuck, Carla. You nearly gave me a heart attack. How long long have you been standing there?" I asked, slurring my words and shaking somewhat.

"Long enough. You are so busted. What ARE you looking at?"

"Just those magazines you brought home from the clinic."

"The gay ones?" Carla asked in fake horror.

"No, no," I stammered, "the hot wife ones."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, here, take a look."

It only took a moment for me to realise I'd just made a fatal error. But it was too late, I'd already handed the magazine over to my wife. Handed it over with the page open that I'd just been looking at. The busty blonde grinning at her husband who was about to be served a cream pie.

"Oh Dan, does this turn you on? Does the thought of sloppy seconds get you all aroused?"

"No, I mean, not usually, it's just. Oh fuck I was so mad at you earlier when you sent those pictures through. tell me it's not true. You didn't really let James fuck you did you?" Surely, I thought, Carla, was lying just continuing - albeit at DEFCON 3 - the nuclear sexual fantasies she'd been pummelling me over the past few weeks. But what if she hadn't? And why did the thought of it not being fake news both appal me and turn me on in equal measure?

"What if he did, Dan? What if your hot naughty wife is as naughty as the hot naughty wives in this magazine you've just been perving over? If you're allowed to rub your little cock looking at pictures of hot nubile wives, why shouldn't your sexually frustrated, hot mature wife enjoy some perverted pleasures of her own?"

"But," I hesitated at first, not knowing how to answer, I felt cornered. Carla certainly had a fair point I mused. But then common sense got the better of me. "But looking at porn and behaving like a porn star are two different things entirely."

"Come on Dan. You know that's not true. You are aroused. Aroused by the thought of the hot naughty wife in the picture cuckolding her husband. Doesn't the thought of your hot naughty wife doing it for real turn you on a bit? I bet if I got undressed now and you saw a huge stain of cum on my pink satin ruffled panties and a huge dollop dripping out of my freshly shaved pussy , down my legs and onto my black diaphanous scarlet stockings you'd been even more turned on? Tell me it isn't true. If you dare?"

I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. The thought of another guy, and James just wasn't any other guy, he was a fucking stud, a stud no doubt with a cock twice the size of mine, fucking my wife sickened me, but then I looked at that picture again - Carla had enticingly joined me on the bed and had returned the magazine to me - and the degenerate part of me couldn't help but wonder what if Carla was now full of that hot young stud's cum, would I, like the guy in the picture, be craving sloppy seconds?

Carla, determined to get her evil way, helpfully turned the page for me. The next two images showed the same couple and oh the captions...the busty blonde was now standing over her husband, office skirt hitched up, fishnets covered in cum, and her husband between her legs clearly enjoying his dessert. There were two captions. The first one read: DO I TASTE LIKE A BAD GIRL AGAIN? And the second: ADMIT IT...CLEANING UP HER FRESHLY FUCKED HOT WIFE PUSSY MAKES YOUR COCK ROCK HARD.

"So, what did you hubby? Do you want to know if I've been a bad girl and as naughty as hot nubile wife in the magazine?"

"I really do Carla." I answered, and I no longer knew how I was going to respond if James had fucked my wife. As Carla gently stroked my cock I was getting to the point of being too far gone to care. Worse, I could feel, alongside a jealous gnawing in the pit of my stomach, a lustful longing for it to be true.

"And If I have been naughty," Carla continued gently kissing the tip of my little stiff cock, and flicking my nipples, "will you eat every last drop of James's cum out of me? After all, you wouldn't want another guy getting your wife pregnant would you?"

Carla gave me the most wicked of coquettish grins I'd ever seen as she slowly undressed. I was gagging for it now. Carla has always been sexy, but watching her almost sloth like removing her work clothes, unbuttoning her starched white shirt to reveal her creamy 34DD tits encased in a pink lacy balcony bra, teasingly, pausing every few moments, as she unzipped her leather skirt she never looked so devastatingly attractive. I was completely under her spell.

"Kiss me hubby," she said, pointing first at her lips, then her neck and finally her breasts. It was hard not to act like a dog on heat or a bear with a sore head. I kissed her passionately (could I taste another guy on her lips and tongue?) and pawed at her tits, moving aside the lacy fabric so I could flick my tongue at her areola and hardened nipples. She gave a little moan of pleasure before pushing me onto the mattress again.

And then, she opened her legs and knelt astride over me. I glanced quickly at her panties unable to contain my curiosity any longer. Her pink ruffled panties did indeed seem to be stained with something, but was it simply her pussy juices or...no, surely not another guy's cum.

"Sniff me hubby. Breathe me in. Sniff me and taste how naughty and slutty your wife of over twenty years has been."

I pressed my lips onto the satin material, breathed her the strong aroma emanating from the gusset, and gingerly, and gently moved aside Carla's panties...I knew now this wasn't just a fantasy anymore. Carla had cheated on me. She had let another guy fuck her...so how come my rising anger and ferocious jealousy was subsiding, and was being replaced by a strong carnal desire to do as Carla had requested and lick up every drop of James's manly cum from my wife's freshly shaven (I thought she'd been joking about that, but was thrilled to realise she was also telling the truth about that), freshly fucked pussy? Answer: I was horny as hell and Carla expertly used that fact to get me to do whatever she wanted. And to do it gratefully.

"Can you smell James hubby? Now you know I'm telling the truth. I've been such a bad girl, such a naughty wife, but I'm going to get even naughtier..."

"Oh Carla, I can smell James's cum. And, oh Carla I like it, I really like his fragrance. So how can you possibly get any naughtier?"

"Oh my sweet sissy hubby. I knew you would. I've been dreaming about this day for a long time. So, how I can be any naughtier? Like this, sissy hubby, like this. If you're really turned on, and quite clearly you are, OPEN WIDE."

Carla opened her legs even wider and I watched in awe as James's cum started to pour out of her. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

After enjoying the view for some time, James's cum now sliding out of Carla's pussy and onto her thighs I could resist no longer. Some filthy, primal instinct took over and I started to lick up drop before it fell onto the bed. It tasted so good. I couldn't believe it.

"Oh Dan. oh darling that is so fucking hot." Carla said, using her hands to caress her breasts.

It turned me into some kind of wild animal and I quickly wrestled Carla onto her back. And, hungry for more of James's delectable cum, put my head between her legs and like an alcoholic feasted on his liquor.

"More!" I screamed, and Carla pressed my head right into her pussy. My tongue darted in and out of her, now, not so secret garden.

I removed Carla's panties, pushing her onto the mattress and continued to gorge myself on James's wonderful hot sticky dessert. His cum mixed in with my wife's pussy juices was like nectar to me and I greedily gobbled up each drop as Carla started grinding her cum soaked clitoris onto my tongue gasping with unadulterated pleasure, the likes of which we'd never enjoyed before in our two decades of marriage. This was the catalyst for another eruption of James's cum to cascade onto my tongue. I used it as lubricant (not that at this point Carla needed anymore) on Carla's clitoris.