My Conservative Wife Has Become a Total Slut

Written by SeeShow / Oct 10, 1999

 

To: All my NET Friends From: SeeShow

MY CONSERVATIVE WIFE HAS BECOME A TOTAL SLUT Story Originally Written by CHEMP (see SLWIFE.TXT on Lifestyle BBS) Rewritten by SeeShow and Dedicated to All The Wimpy Husbands on the NET

Even though Linda and I have been married for almost seven years, I obviously did not know her as well as I thought I did. What is surprising to me is that I didn't know myself very well either! If anybody had told me a year ago that I'd be doing what I'm doing now I wouldn't have believed it. Maybe I'd better start from the beginning to explain how our lives have changed, especially our sex lives. Things actually began about six months before they came to a head, although at the time I was completely unaware of what was transpiring. In the beginning her behavior changes were minor, and I barely took notice. I guess I was too involved in my work and not aware as I should have been of my wife's needs, especially her sexual needs. She began wearing some more makeup and she began to loosen up a little in her dress. However as time went on, her dress became more and more risque. My wife has always been a very conservative in her dress and to see her dress sexier was a dream come true for me. Her dresses were shorter, her heels higher, and her blouses lower. She even had cut her hair shorter and was wearing it up in a very stylish and sexy way. Coupled with her sexy clothing and makeup she really began to turn some heads.

Although, I had no idea what had caused this "new" look, I was certainly enjoying it. I had always encouraged my wife to dress sexy, but in the past she had never done it for me. I should have suspected an exterior influence in her life but I was too happy enjoying her new liberal dress when I was out with her, and she seemed eager to be on display. I guess I should mention that I am one of those guys that has always been proud to show off his good looking wife in public. But, knowing that my wife was now very sexy and desirable to other men somehow turned me on in a way that I had never felt before. At the time I wondered just how far these feelings of wanting my wife to be desired by other men would take me but now I know, and hopefully I can relay this all to you in a way that makes sense to you. Although I admit, that was has now taken place barely makes any sense to me.

At the same time Linda was changing her exterior image our sex life was changing as well. Again, the initial changes were subtle but over time were very marked. For one thing, the frequency of our sexual encounters changed and for another the way sex was initiated changed. We went from our normal two or three times a week to once a week and then at one point she become celibate (or so I thought) for several weeks. No matter how I tried to get her to have sex with me she refused indicating that when she was ready for it she'd let me know. This kind of treatment drove me out of my mind because it seemed that during this "off-time" she dressed and acted even more enticing, teasing me and driving me crazy. Also as I mentioned above, not only was the frequency of our sex changing but the way it was conducted as well. Previously I was the only one that initiated our sexual sessions and basically after a little foreplay on my part was allowed to enter my wife and fulfill my sexual needs. Now, however, when my wife did agree to sex it was she that seemed to dominate the whole session, having me lick and suck her pussy for as much as a half hour before allowing me to enter her with my dick. On some more recent occasions she would grab my genitals as I sucked her and jack me off without even allowing me to penetrate her pussy with my dick. To tell the truth, I found enjoyment in her new found control of our sex life.

Although, the lowered frequency was bothersome, the fact that she was the one regulating what I did and when I did it somehow freed me up to feel that I no longer needed to be in charge of what we did sexually and when we did it. I know this is hard to understand for some people but for the first time in our married life my wife was setting the pace sexually and I loved the fact that she was doing so. I understood for the first time in my life how someone could enjoy being dominated in their sexual relations, although Linda was certainly not being a "dominatrix" the mere exercise of her as being in control of my sexual situation somehow was making my occasional sexual session with her one that was becoming highly intense to me. Maybe it was the fact that it was now only occurring infrequently or maybe because Linda was taking charge, but for whatever reason my sexual explosions were always now very intense whereas before they had been ordinary sexual releases.

I think what happened about a year ago is an example of the degree to which our sexual life had changed. It had been about ten days since we'd had sex and she'd been teasing me relentlessly all day long. It had started with her slipping on a very tight black leather mini-skirt, a see-through black blouse without a bra and black seemed nylons held up by a sexy pink and black garter belt. As she soothed the nylons onto her legs, she noticed me watching and practically salivating at her sexy pose, and she said to me, "Do you think that all the men at the mall will find this sexy, darling?" She didn't wait for a response to her rhetorical question as she slipped on a pair of sexy black four inch pumps and some gold jewelry to complete her outfit. When we got to the mall we headed for "Victoria's Secret" where she planned on buying a new pink garter belt and stockings to go with her new pink pumps. She was very playful as we shopped and she discretely rubbed my cock as she browsed. I was ready to shoot a load of sticky cum right there on the spot, and I was beyond caring who would see the stain in my pants. She turned to see my five inch cock sporting a small tent in my pants and all of a sudden she looked at me and said, "If you ever want to get your dick off again you'd better move my ass into one of the changing rooms, and pronto!" Although she had been taking the lead in our sexual relations, this was the first time that she'd ever attempted to truly dominate me by giving me direct orders as to what to do and how to do it to her. Although I was surprised, my lack of recent sex and my need for fulfillment made me do as I was told. She followed me in and closed the door. She pushed me to my knees, lifted her skirt and told me that I had two minutes to lick her to orgasm otherwise I'd never see her pretty pussy again. The demands from my otherwise normally demure and sedate wife came as a shock to me. However, the need bulging in my own pants gave me the incentive necessary to get her off with my tongue and in short order, just as she had demanded. I licked and she moaned, I sucked and she sighed, I licked and she came, her juices running down my chin. She allowed me to jack off catching my cum in my handkerchief, and the thrill of that climax was magnificent. When we both calmed down she said it was time to go home and we left the store. As we were leaving the young sales clerk smirked at me -- she knew what happened to me -- my face was red and I'd never been so humiliated but never the less, I was supremely satisfied at having pleased my wife and satisfied my own carnal lust with an earth shattering climax!

Things went along fairly normal again between us for several weeks. Or I should say, normal based on our most recent sexual behavior. Linda, had indicated that was all the sex I was going to get for a while and that she wasn't able to tell me why just yet. True to her word, no matter how much I pleaded and begged, she shut me off completely from having sex with her for the next two weeks. I was waking up each morning with a stiff cock and was about to explode in a wet dream like a 'teen-ager' when Linda finally said to me on a Saturday night that she wanted me to "service her" That's exactly the way she put it and I felt that indeed that was probably the way she intended to "USE" me, as her personal surrogate sex slave. That was OK with me because at that point I was willing to do almost anything to obtain sexual relieve for my 'blue balls' We went into our master bedroom and Linda told me to strip and to have a drink with her. She had obviously spiked my drink with something because I immediately blacked out and when I awoke I was laying face down on the bed with all four of my limbs securely tied to the four bedposts. When she saw me stir awake, Linda came over and held a hand mirror up and I was able to see that "please fuck me" had been written on my back in red lipstick with a red arrow pointing to my asshole. My only utterance at the time was, "Why?" My wife answered with a curt, "Because you have got to get to the next level of sexual obedience." That was all she said to me before she proceeded to strap my ass with a belt. As the pain of each slap increased, I kept asking, "Why?" and her only reply was that I needed it. I was in tears when she stopped, but believe it or not, my cock was hard and ready to pop. She told me to beg to be allowed to cum. I didn't have to be told twice because at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more on the face of this earth than to have a climax. I did as she demanded and when she turned me over I realized that she'd been making a video of the whole thing. Including my begging to cum. She made me promise to lick up every drop if she made me cum. I told her that I'd do anything, but I had to get off. She came over, grabbed my prick and jerked it roughly 5 times before I shot a huge load all over her hand. She acted disgusted and stuck her palm in my face telling me to clean it up. I refused until she showed me a large envelope addressed to my boss. Linda threatened to mail the tape on the spot. I had tears of humiliation rolling down my cheek as I cleaned her palm and fingers with my tongue. She abruptly got up and left, telling me that she was giving the tape to a friend for safe keeping.

I realized that I had allowed my wife to obtain complete control of my sexual life and that she was free to do with me whatever she wanted from that day forward. Strangely enough, at the time I wasn't really all that upset over the prospect of Linda controlling my sexual life. I felt that she still loved me, that I hadn't done anything to destroy our love and life together and that she would not abuse the power that she now had over me. I guess I really didn't fully appreciate the situation nor fully understand the kind of trouble that I was in then. When she came home I must have been sleeping, because when I woke up I was no longer tied to the bed. For the next two weeks neither of us said a word about the tape, or the entire incident for that matter. I was again getting as horney as hell but was afraid to even suggest sex to my wife for fear of what strange and perverse actions she might take against me.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and on the Friday night, exactly two weeks from my previous spanking, I suggested, very gently, that I missed having sex with her and wanted her very badly. Although she didn't grant me any sexual privileges that night, I was delighted by her response when she indicated that I'd be able to have some sex tomorrow and that the reasons for her changes would all become apparent then. Upon further reflection as I fell asleep, I realized there was a forbidding tone in her voice and maybe I wouldn't be so thrilled to really find out why she'd changed so drastically in the last several months.

The next morning I got up late for me. It was about 9 a.m. when I awoke and Linda was already out of bed. I went into the living room to read the paper when she walked into the room. I couldn't believe the vision that I was seeing. Her hair was done to perfection, her makeup was a little on the heavy side but expertly done, she wore a white halter dress that was so thin that her nipples were plainly visible, and hard as rocks. The dress was short, about 8 inches below her pussy, and it zipped from the bottom upward. She wore the pink stockings and heels that we'd purchased on that fateful day a month earlier and while I couldn't see it I was also sure that she had on her sexy black and pink garter belt underneath. Although she was dressed somewhat sexier then usual, it was something else that struck me as being very different about her. She was very serene and docile, unlike the dominate personality she had displayed over the last several months. Then it hit.

When I asked her what was going on she sat next to me and calmly told me that the reason she'd begun to dress sexy and act differently where sex was concerned was because she had taken a lover and that it was he that had demanded the changes in her dress and behavior. She went on to tell me that she had surrendered herself completely to him in a way that she could never do with me. She told me that her master was on his way over and had ordered her to be ready for him and that's why she was dressed so wantonly because this was the way she always dressed for him. During the last several months I had of course recognized that something was very different about my wife, but I had absolutely no idea that all her actions were because of someone's else influence on her. I was shocked. It was like somebody hitting me hard in the stomach. I was so upset that my legs turned to putty and I almost threw up. My reaction was one of hurt feelings and being ashamed that I was unable to have satisfied my wife and be the master that she obviously needed. Before I could react any further to my feelings, I heard the front door open , and our neighbor from two doors down the block came strolling in.

It instantly hit me that this was her lover, actually her master per Linda's words, and even though it hurt me, I could understand why she chose someone like Karl. He had moved into our neighborhood less than a year ago and even I had to admit that he was ALL MAN. I had noticed that when my wife first saw him at a neighborhood pool party that she was practically drooling over him in his skin tight swim suit that did little to hide his manly tool. Since that party, I realized now, why I hadn't seen him around since. It was obvious that Linda was seeing him on a regular basis and that they had been very successful at keeping it from me.

My immediate reaction was one of a male with a hurt ego trying to defend his turf. I told Karl to get the hell out. But in light of all that had recently happened with Linda, I knew that it was a hollow command that would be ignored. I was correct because Karl didn't respond at all to my outburst In fact he acted as if I wasn't even there. He looked at Linda while she looked to the floor and began walking towards him, zipping the front of her skirt open to her cunt as she walked. I couldn't believe the wanton display that my wife was putting on in front of me for Karl. He stopped her from coming any closer as he told her, "Stop and tell little Johnny how it is now!".

She stopped and turned to me explaining in a controlled voice that almost sounded rehearsed, "John, I now belong completely to Karl as his sexual slave. He is the only one that has the right to use me as he wishes. For the last several months I have followed his commands and special rules regarding the way I dress. I have dressed as a slut to please him and from now on I will not own or wear a bra or panties, I will always wear a skirt or dress so that my cunt and ass are always readily accessible to my master and, if he wishes, to his friends. I am ready for whatever sex he desires and with whomever Karl wants, whenever he want me to. You see John, for some time now, I have been willingly obeying his commands."

Karl turned to me and said, "Do you now understand how it is, Johnny boy?" I was chagrined and completely deflated. It was one thing to fight with Karl. But, if my own wife felt this way I knew there was little I could do but accept the situation as it was! What could I do? I kind of hung my head and mumbled a yes to his question, knowing that I had little choice but to accept things as they were for the time being!

Without looking my way, and having heard my acquiescence to his question, Karl told me, "You can watch this if you'd like." Then directing his full attention to my sexily-dressed wife he commanded her to drop to her knees and remove his cock from his pants. She did exactly as instructed and I had to admit, despite my jealous feelings, that his cock was the largest I had ever seen outside some X-rated movie monsters. Then, Linda said in a loud voice, obviously for my benefit, "Karl, I love it when you allow my mouth the pleasure of your cum". I was surprised, although at this point I'm not sure anything else could really shock me, because in our entire marriage Linda had NEVER sucked on my prick - always telling me it was disgusting. But, here she was now stroking Karl's large manly prick very lovingly before she finally began to lick, suck, and slobber her way to a mouthful of warm cum which she savored as she swallowed most of it down hungrily. It was tough for me to imagine that this image of a slutty woman that was before me with her smeared lipstick, over done makeup, wearing a thin dress slit up to her pussy and cum juice dribbling down her chin was less than six months ago my very conservative and sedate wife.

I was amazed at what Karl had been able to accomplish with her in six months- things that I had not been able to get her to do in the seven years of our marriage. Linda, still on her knees, slowly licked Karl's prick clean. When it was completely soft she released it from her mouth. She remained on her knees as Karl pulled in his cock, zipped his pants and told her she could now sit on the couch. Despite the fact that it was my WIFE, the wanton image of her sucking off Karl had brought a sexual response to my loins that couldn't be denied. Linda turned and looked at the small boner I had in my pants and told me to take it out and play with it. It was all so crazy; I was in a state of stunned disbelief for the last half hour and it all seemed somehow surreal to me. Her request no longer seemed strange and I afforded myself the relief of doing as she suggested. As I whipped my puppy, it felt so good that I hardly even heard my wife's taunting words to me, "I promised you that you'd have sex today, but I didn't promise you that it would be from me, darling." As I continued my sexual self-pleasuring, my wife continued to cajole me saying, "that's it, baby, show Karl what a wimpy jack-off you are." Normally her words would have been so hurtful to me that I would have taken issue with it. But, I was too far gone now to care about much of anything but bringing myself off to a shattering climax. After all it had been two weeks since I had gotten my rocks off! Linda and Karl laughed as I spurted load after load into my waiting hand. Linda insisted I clean it up. Even though it was embarrassing to do so in front of Karl, I knew the better part of valor was to do so and not make an issue of it.

When I had licked my fingers clean and calmed down from my sexual peak, Karl pulled Linda upright, looked me in the eye and said, "Linda will be joining me for the rest of the day but you can come over to my poker party tonight at 8 pm to see your slut wife again." As he turned to leave, Linda followed him like a puppy dog. Before she went out the door she turned to me and said in a calm sweet voice, "Oh, John, would you please destroy any bras and panties I have along with any clothes that are too conservative." She said it in such a matter of fact way and spoke so nicely to me that it almost seemed that our relationship hadn't changed at all despite the bazaar happenings of the morning and the last several months. The way she spoke her words to me rather than what she had said) was like a beacon of hope for me. I truly didn't know what to do. I loved Linda, and didn't want to lose her. But, it was obvious that she was somehow under Karl's spell. I knew if I left now, I'd never have a chance to have any type of relationship with my wife again. I felt my best course of action was to go along with things as they were now in the hopes that Karl would tire of her or she him and I could again have my "normal" relationship with my wife again.

This decision had a calming effect on me and I spent the rest of the day carrying out my wife's request as though it were a normal Saturday's routine. I burned all of my wife's bras and "conservative" clothes as she had requested and saved only a few pairs of see-through and sexy panties. It gave me something to do and to concentrate on rather than think of my current situation of having lost my wife's affections to a stronger, younger and better endowed man or worse to think of what she and Karl were doing as I was cleaning out clothes and readying up the house.

If I thought things had been bizarre with Linda so far, I had no idea of how it would escalate as I made final preparations to go to Karl's that evening. In my mind, I thought I might go there that evening and "talk some sense" into Linda, but subsequent events proved that i was very wrong to think such a thing could occur. It was about 7:50 when I walked down two doors to Karl's house -- totally unprepared for what lay ahead.

I rang the bell -- Linda opened the door. She was wearing the same outfit that she had on earlier. I must admit that I got sexually excited just seeing her again wearing such a slutty looking dress. A dress in which anyone could plainly see her hard nipples through the thin material of the top part of it. She showed me in acting as nothing was different in our relationship and just for a few seconds I felt that maybe I'd have a chance to talk to her alone and get her to return to me right now so that we could talk his out without any further embarrassment on my part. But then Karl appeared and I could see just by the way that Linda looked at him that she was indeed his completely. As soon as Karl saw me he told me that I'd better not interfere if I knew what was good for me. He reminded me about the tapes that Linda had made of me and that they could be sent to my ailing mother and religious sister as well as my boss. I suspected before, but now I knew that Karl was the friend that Linda had alluded to several weeks ago, who she was going to give the tapes to for safe-keeping. I knew that at least for the time being I had no choice but to go along with whatever was planned regardless of my heavy heart and jealous feelings toward Karl. As I mulled this all over and gave Karl a nodding yes to his demand, he laughed and said, that if I was nice, that maybe he could get me laid tonight. Even as strange as the situation was - that another man was holding out hope for me to get laid by my own wife - I was heartened by the possibility of having sex with my wife, who I hadn't really fucked in over a month! A few seconds later the doorbell rang and Linda went to answer it. The man at the door greeted Linda by name - evidently this was not his first poker party with her. She said, "good evening Sir" taking a very submissive tone and tenure in her voice and manner. Soon, two other guests arrived, Linda greeted them each of them in the same manner as the first.

A few minutes later she was serving drinks to all the men while I sat by myself in the corner -- she gave maximum attention to each of their needs for drinks and snacks and acted as if I wasn't even there. Pretty soon Karl asked me to join in the game to make a fourth player as one of the players had left the table. To tell the truth, I was glad to have been allowed to join the game as it allowed me to concentrate on something besides the strange hold that Karl had over my wife. I felt that the guy that left had probably just gone to the bathroom, but was surprised that it was over a half an hour before he returned to the table. Linda was missing as well; but I just figured she was in the kitchen preparing something. When he came back he looked red faced and spent. I still didn't figure out what was going on until the second guy got up and said, "My turn at 'er"

Jesus! It finally hit me, they were each taking turns with my wife in one of Karl's bedrooms. I started to get up but Karl placed his hand on my arm and reminded me that it was in my own best interest just to play the game and not get too distracted. I knew he was referring to the tapes and I knew that the better part of valor required me to sit and behave myself in spite of the actions taking place in the bedroom.

This went on for a couple of hours until each of them had a turn, including Karl. At about that time the game broke up and the men moved to the living room. Linda came from the bedroom -- her hair was tousled, she wore only her garter belt, stockings and heels, cum was running down her thighs, and was splattered on her chest and cheeks. She stood in the center of the room and held her arms behind her head and slowly turned around. As she did I saw that cum was also running down the crack of her ass. She turned, looking directly at me and said, "John, you have to understand that I am now Karl's love slave, I have to do anything he says. I fucked all of these men tonight and I have sucked their cocks, allowing those who wished to fill my ass with their cum." She now turned away from me facing the other men and continued on saying to them,

"In order to prove my submission to him, Karl has brought my husband, John, to this gathering to observe my humiliation. I will do ANYTHING Karl asks of me." She turned back to me and said, "John over the past 3 months I've fucked you only when given permission to do so by Karl, In the future you will have to ask him yourself. She then dropped to her hands and knees, bowed head, raised her ass and said, "I'm ready for whatever Karl wants of me." I can't tell you how shame-faced I felt to have my wife say this in front of these other men whom I hardly knew; but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I was spared any immediate further embarrassment when Karl told her to get up and to go get cleaned up because we were all going out. He told her to wear something pretty then added that the yellow dress would do.

My wife came out of the bedroom about a half an hour later, showered, with fresh makeup and wearing an outfit so sexy I couldn't believe it. In addition to heavier make-up than I had ever seen her wear, she had on a bright yellow dress that had holes the size of softballs all the way up the sides. It was made of a loose weave jersey material that made it stretch tight across her ample ass and tits. I had never seen this outfit before and the sight of it on her had me mesmerized. The weave was loose enough that the dark auroras of her breast nipples were plainly visible to distinguish through the material. It was plain that she had on a green garter belt and green tinted nylon stockings. You could also tell at a glance that she was sans panties and bra. And finally she wore 5 inch glittery yellow high heeled pumps that exactly matched the color of her dress. I couldn't help staring at this slutty dressed woman. It was hard to imagine that this was actually my wife who was such a conservative dresser just six months ago.

Despite the fact that it was MY wife, or maybe because of it, I started getting a boner as I lusted openly for her. The guys saw me staring and began to laugh. Karl joined in them making fun of me and told Linda to "get John hot". Linda moved close to me wiggling her hips in a most seductive fashion. She slid up here dress about 8 inches until her pussy was fully exposed to not only my eyes but to everyone's in the room. She took my hand and moved it to her pussy allowing me to rub her pussy until it was wet and slippery. It was hard for me to distinguish but I swore that I could tell that the juice she was excreting on my fingers was more than just her pussy juice and that it was mixed with the cum juice of her previous lovers for the night. Nevertheless, I did nothing to stop her as she moved my fingers from her pussy to my mouth and told me to taste her sweet nectar. I did so and confirmed my previous suspicion about my fingers containing cum juice as well as her sweet pussy nectar. At that point I was overcome by passion. After all, it had been several months since I had actually fucked my wife, receiving nothing more than hand jobs from her or myself the last several times we'd had any sex at all. I quickly unzipped my pants and moved my 5 inches of prick close to her still uncovered pussy. I got very close before Karl stepped in between us and said that if I wanted his whore I have to pay like anyone else.

I was too far lust crazed to argue the point that this was my own wife. I figured at this point I'd play his game because their wasn't anything in the world I wouldn't do to fuck my slutty dressed Linda. I reached into my pocket and pulled out about $60 which is all I had left from playing poker earlier. I gave it to Linda with the expectation that I'd get it back from her later anyway. Karl said that she was normally $200 for half an hour, but that he'd make sure that I got my money's worth. Karl stepped back from between the two of us turning and whispered something quickly to Linda that I didn't hear. It didn't matter to me whatever he told her. It didn't matter that there were other men here to watch me fornicate my wife. It didn't matter that she was a slut and acting like she was Karl's love slave. All that mattered to me at that time was that after a months time I was finally going to get to fuck my wife. Linda slipped my money into her bosom and stepped forward and took my cock into her hand. She stroked it sensually and it almost drove me over the top. I figured she was making sure that I was hard and ready to enter her. God was I hard! God was I ready to enter her! I was surprised that she continued to play with it really jerking it hard. If anyone knew it was Linda that kind of treatment could result in me getting off even before I had a chance to enter her. Then it dawned on me, just a milli-second too late, that was exactly what she had in mind. I tried to hold back but it was too late. Linda looked me coldly in the eyes and smirked just as the first jet of cum had started its push up my scrotum on its climb to freedom. Before I could get a second shot off Linda had placed my prick partially back into my pants so that my cum was splattering on the thigh of my pants leg. I shot at least four times once more than my normal) and Karl was laughing telling me that's all that I should expect for $60 bucks. Maybe under different circumstances I would have been mad enough to swing at Karl, but I actually felt very calm over relieving my pent up sexual load even if it wasn't all that I had hoped for. Even the cajoling from the other men present about my "wet spot" didn't really upset me at that point. My plan of getting my own money back later from Linda was, however, dashed as she removed it from her cleavage and handed it to Karl who told her she did a good job - just as he had instructed!

Karl then announced that the night was young and that Linda would be fucking and sucking a lot more men before the night was over. This came as a blow to me as I had hoped that once the fun and games were over at Karl's house he'd allow Linda to come home with me. I turned to Linda and told her we really ought to be leaving now. She said nothing to me but simply looked at Karl. He returned her glance and said, "How about it Linda. Do you want to go home with your hubby right now or would you rather continue on with some more sexual adventures? Show us how you feel about it." Linda responded by hiking up her skirt showing her wet slit dripping from her own juices. She started moaning and groaning, telling all the guys how much she loved being a sex slave and how much she was going to love being on display for and being sold to strangers tonight. After returning her skirt back down, she thanked each of the men present for using her as Karl had wanted them to. Then, they began to leave, telling Linda and Karl what a good time that they had, as if it had been some kind of social meeting rather than a fuck party at my expense.

Karl told me to follow him in his other car as he and Linda jumped into his van to continue Linda's sexual adventures. I had no idea where we were going, but I was shocked at the first place that Karl took us to! It was a sleazy x-rated peep show & adult book store. We went in and Karl ushered us both to the back of the store that had booths in them for viewing xxx-rated films. The men all looked at my Linda lustfully in her sexually provocative clothes. Karl approached some of the men and I couldn't hear what he had said but it was fairly clear to me that he was offering my wife to be fucked as a common street whore. Soon enough, a guy gave some money to Karl and returned with us to the van in the parking lot.

When we got in the back of the van, Karl told Linda to give his "guest" a really good time and Linda immediately turned into a passionate whore. The guy laid on his back and told her that he was tired from a hard days work and that she should do all the work. She bent over and started sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow. She began to pinch her nipples and really rock on his dick. She wasn't at it even five minutes before the guy started to moan and then yelled he was cuming. I had all I could take, realizing that no matter what I said or did, I was going to be unable to persuade my wife to return to me that night until she had done everything that Karl wanted her to do. I excused myself and drove Karl's car back in front of his home and walked the half block back to mine - a lonely and defeated man.

When I awoke the next morning Linda was laying beside me and for just a moment, I thought that all of last night was just a bad dream, until I looked at my wife - still caked in dried men's cum all over her legs, belly, tits and ass; her cunt was swollen to twice it's normal size and looked raw from the workout that it received last night, especially after I left her. I wanted to go back to sleep and try to forget all of this but it just wasn't possible. It was reality and I knew it! I eventually got up and prepared some breakfast for Linda who didn't get up until almost noon time. When she came out to the kitchen she looked as sexy as ever to me and I knew no matter what that I couldn't leave the women that I loved. At that time I guess I was still under the illusion that I could break Karl's hold on my wife. The truth of the matter is that I cannot, but that I have accepted the situation as it is.

The night I described above took place almost a year ago and Karl has allowed Linda to remain married to me but he continues to use her as he pleases! I require Karl's permission to fuck my own wife which I beg for about twice each month. That's the minimum my libido will allow me between fucks and it's also about the maximum that I can afford. You see Karl does require me to pay $200 each time I have sex with Linda, which puts another $400 to $600 into Karl's pocket along with the other $3,000 to $4,000 that Linda earns for Karl monthly. I know it's a strange situation but I simply can't live without her and I always remain hopeful that some day Karl will grow tired of humiliating me and dominating my wife and find some other playmate to possess so that my wife and I can return to a more normal existence.
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