Author’s note:  The usual blather about the format, etc., etc., etc.  This chapter picks up as Chris (also known as My Favorite Slut) goes home to hubby after playing at Matt’s condo.

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When I got home Gary was waiting for me.  Our son was over at Gary’s mother’s for the night and he made me tell him every wet, sloppy, sexy detail until he could not get hard again.  After we showered and dressed he reminded me that I had agreed to go out with the neighborhood women while he and the other husbands watched basketball all night.  I told him I was too tired to go out and he suggested that I go take a nap and so I did.

Saturday night six of us piled into a minivan, dressed in as much green as we could find in our closets, and headed out to hit the bars.  The bars were packed even with the sucky weather we had been having.  My “Kiss me, I’m Irish” button didn’t generate too much heat because in almost every bar we hit there was a coed wearing a “Fuck me, I’m Irish” or an “Eat me, I’m Irish” t-shirt and of course the guys were wearing “Blow me, I’m Irish” shirts and hats. 

We drank, we danced and we had a good time and I did something I had not done since college.  Jan and I were crowded in a booth with two guys we had been dancing with and I was feeling just a bit wicked -- or maybe you might want to call it ‘evil.’  The guy I had been dancing with had been coping feels and poking his dick into my leg most of the time we danced.  I didn’t fight him off so he felt that he was for sure going to get lucky.  He wasn’t, not with my neighbors being around, but he didn’t know that.  That’s when the wickedness in me came out.

We were sitting in the booth with Mike on my right against the wall and Jan and her guy were sitting across from us.  With the table top blocking the view I reached over and began rubbing Mike’s cock through his pants.  It gained some size pretty quick and I sat there rubbing him while talking to Jan and the guy she was with (she nay have been doing the same thing under the table for all I know).  It probably went on for about five minutes and then Marge (it was her minivan) came up and said the others decided to go have some dinner so I grabbed my purse and got up and followed her out to the van.  I often wonder if Mike took his cock out and beat off under the table or go into the men’s room and do it in a stall.

Anyway, we had a good time and then went home to our husbands.  I don’t know how the rest of the guys felt in the morning after their wives got done with them, but Gary could hardly walk.

To:   C   3/18/07

Glad to hear that you got some strange over the weekend, but I have to question the sanity of Matt.  He was under the covers snoring when you came out of the shower?  No way in hell I would have done that to you - no matter how long I had been up.

I can tell the difference between your ‘dates’ and your ‘adventures’ just reading the way you write them up.  When you write them up the dates have an “I had a good time, but ho-hum” feel to them, but the adventures seem to have a more lively feel to them.  But all sex is good, right?

To:   JPB   3/21/2007

It’s true…a “date” and an “adventure” are two totally different experiences.  I wish the sex was the reward, but it isn’t.  It is the whole experience.  Gary and I have discussed it too and we both know I can’t just keep on balling strangers in men’s rooms or the back of their trucks.  We do worry about the odds of my keeping safe and healthy when I am slutting like that.  On the other hand, how much “sluttier” can I be than that?  It isn’t as big a deal for Gary; he just loves hearing about me fucking another man (or, preferably -- men).  Anyway, so much for intellectualizing about getting fucked!

About the neighbors… I’m not sure that any adventure will occur. I always wonder about the fallout after knowing someone as a friend - neighbor - wife - mother, and then seeing her bent over a table having a hard dick that doesn’t belong to her husband being shoved into her.  Do you move on and stay the same as before it happened?  I’d be surprised if nothing happened.  Would it strain the relationship?  Would guilt and the fear of being told on drive a wedge into the relationship?  Would we end up having two camps of neighbor/friends?  I don’t know.

Hey!  Enough!  I’m giving myself a headache!!!

What do you think?  You have been at this slut-wife thing longer than Gary and I.

To:   C   3/22/07

Sorry that I have not been all that communicative lately, but things are difficult for me right now.  My boss is on vacation this week and I’m the imitation him while he is gone.  Not hard work, but the day is long because I have to do his job and still keep up with mine so I have been pretty whipped when I get home so I haven’t gotten on the box.  Hopefully next week will be better.

I almost committed murder yesterday.  The wife has been on a three day business trip and Wednesday night she called me and told me that she thought I was finally going to get my fantasy.  She told me she was in a bar across the street from her motel and that two guys were making a serious move on her.  She said one of them was really cute and she was horny and she wanted to make sure that I hadn’t changed my mind and I told her to go for it.  An hour later she called me back and asked if she could do both of them and I told her “Hell yes!” and that she should call me and have her cell by the bed when she did it.  She never called back!  Last night she was home when I got home from work and I asked her what happened and she said “nothing.”  She said she got to thinking about it and decided that I still had to be the one to go first. If I would have had a gun I probably would have shot her.  If I have to be the one to do it first then it is going to have to be with you.  Got to find some way to make that happen.

On the neighbors subject - What I have found out is that when you go out and get wild with the neighbors (or even good friends) let them be first and then join in.  That way you are all in it together.  One night Nan went out with three of our neighbors and while she wanted to play she was like you and didn’t want to mess around with people who were too close to home so she was resigned to an evening of drinking, dancing and flirting.  About two hours into the evening one of the girls who was a bit “tipsy” went out to the parking lot with two guys.  Nan waited for about ten minutes and then went outside where she found the neighbor lady taking turns with the two guys.  She tapped on the car window to get their attention and then opened the door, said “I want one” and climbed in the car.  Minutes later the neighbor lady was on the back seat with her legs in the air and Nan was on the front seat in the same position. 

An hour later back in the bar one of the other girls told Nan that she wished she had the nerve to do something like that.  Nan took her by the hand and led her over to a table where three guys were sitting and a half hour later Nan was the one on the back seat and the neighbor was on the front seat.  The only bad part of the evening was that the third neighbor didn’t get laid and she bitched about it all the way home.  The next time the four of them went out Nan made sure they went to the same bar and she saw that the same guys were there and she made sure that the ‘odd girl out’ from their first night out got paired up with one of the guys Nan did back seat time with.  All four got planked that night.  None of the other hubbies ever knew and none of the girls ever knew that Nan told me everything.  The four were inseparable after that night and they went out at least once a month for the next four years until Nan got religion and fucked up our lives.

To:   JPB   3/23/07

I got wet reading about Nan and the neighbors!  Was that one of your stories?  It should be!  I totally agree with you about not being the first.  I plan on being the good girl, just led into depravity by the others!

As for your wife….she’s a very, very bad girl!!!!  I would have LOVED reading all about her ADVENTURE.  Tell her I highly recommend MMF (especially if one is a real cutie!)!

Sorry, but this won’t be a weekend for adventure.  That time again.  Just going to take it easy with my two guys.

To:   C   3/25/07

How was your weekend?  I know you spent it at home with your two main guys and I hope it was relaxing.

I’m still pissed at the wife over what she did to me, but I’m smart enough not to let her know it.

I’ve decided on where I’m going to go with the Wedding Planner and I’ll start on it soon.  Next story to type into the box is BASW_you chapter 6 or 7.  I think it will be 6 on ES and Lit, but 7 on SOL because SOL treated “The Early Years” as a chapter of BASW_you. 

To:  JPB   3/28/07

I can’t believe it is Wednesday and I’m just getting a chance to write you.

Matt is still pestering me to go to his “Final Four” party on Saturday.  Gary said it is fine with him, either way, just so long as I’m happy with my decision.  I’ve been repeating my mantra to Matt that he is a great guy and should be out finding a nice single woman.  I’m not dumb…I know he has a crush on me, but it is because I’m the only woman he has been physical with in over two years (and I know that I’m pretty good at that stuff so who can blame him???  KIDDING!  KIDDING!!!). 

I go back and forth about him.  I know he is shy.  And he has been out of the dating scene for over twenty years and it can’t be easy getting back into it.  BUT, I’m also not his therapist helping him regain some self-esteem and confidence.  Geeze, see?  There I go again, over-thinking everything.  Anyway, if I ‘date’ him again I will be sure and write you about it.

 To:   JPB  3/29/07

I just got off the phone with Matt.  I told him I would go to the party with him, but that I’m NOT spending the night.

I need to sit down and write about some of the naughty stuff my college friend Erica reminded me that we did.  What the hell; it only proves what we already know -- I’m a slut!

To:   C   3/30/07

Yes, you are a slut, but don’t ever forget that it is sluts who make this world a better place to live.

Started on Wedding Planner 2 and it is already starting to wander away from what I had originally planned.  Have the e-mails collected and a rough draft started of the next BASW_you.  Looking at what I have I think I have enough for two more chapters and you haven’t even gone to Matt’s party yet.  I can still see BASW_you chp.65.  Want to try for 100?

To:   JPB   3/31/07

Well, I’m home on a Saturday night, behaving myself, while Gary watches basketball on television.  How domestic!

Matt called yesterday.  He has a serious case of the intestinal thing going around here.  It’s really bad, even closing schools.  So, no date.  Stood up!  Poor Gary is just going to have to tolerate me as I ravish him when the games are over. Right now I am debating on my post-game wardrobe.  I’m thinking nylons and heels, or maybe just the heels.

No!!!!  I don’t not want to try for 100!  That is too low a number.

To:   C  4/02/07

Busy weekend doing yard work and after winter clean-up.  Then the wife decided that we needed new patio furniture so she went out and bought a set at Home Depot and then I had to spend three hours putting it together.  Then, just when I thought I could sit down and relax the lights went out on my salt water tank.  I had to rush to Home Depot and get a new ballast and then spend an hour re-wiring the system.

No story writing or typing for Bobby that day.  Hopefully I can get on the computer tonight when I get home from work.  You might not hear from me for a bit.  Going up to the mountains to relax and recharge the batteries.

To:   JPB   4/2/07

I’m the one who needs to spend some time at the keyboard. I need to write down all the naughty stuff that Erica reminded me of when she was here and send it off to you.  I know I told you I was going to; I just need to sit down and do it.

Jerry gave me two of your stories we’ve never seen before (“Busted” and “Brandy”) and we read them together and it led to an exhausting evening.  Thank you for writing them.

To:   JPB   4/5/07

Still no time to write anything, but let me tell you what I did Saturday night.  I gelled my hair, put on too much make-up and then slipped out the back door.  I went around the house and rang the door-bell and when Gary answered it I opened my raincoat and said, “Hi. I’m the girl who was hired to dance at the party. Can I come in?”  Poor hubby - he was too tired to get up and go play golf the next morning.

To:   C   4/15/07

Peaceful week on the mountain.  Didn’t get any writing done, but did read a half dozen books.  Been home for three hours and the wife has gone shopping so I have been typing.  I’ve attached one that I just finished.  Not much sex, just a short story I felt like doing.

Heard from KM and it wasn’t pretty.  She wrote to my ES mailbox and left a comment on a story I had posted - said it was “disgusting.”  She’s not happy that I wouldn’t finish her last chapter the way she wanted me to.

TGBL is busy being TGBL.  I will forward her two latest.

Jules is in the Philippines and I received an e-mail from her and when I answered it came back as a failed delivery.  I double checked the address and sent if off a second time and it still came back as undeliverable. 

Have not heard from Laurie so it’s just you and me kid.

To:   JPB   4/16/07

I hope your time in the mountains was better than our weekend.  You know (from all your snow earlier) that it isn’t good news when your weather makes the national news.

All is quiet here in our household.  Sorry to be so boring for so long (at least Gary says it has been too long).

Which story did KM say was disgusting?  I think she has adopted a ‘tude’ on you.

To:   C   4/17/07

I am forwarding an e-mail I just received.  I think it is a compliment.  Am I really a troubled soul and don’t know it?

(Copy of e-mail received on 4/17/07)

From:   Feedback

To:      JPB

Sent:    Tuesday, April 17, 2007  8:29 AM

Subject:  Literotica:  Feedback for Just Plain Bob

Comments:

“Finally, after all this time, I have a better understanding of the “asshole” I fuck on a regular basis and who is not my husband of eleven years.  I use the word “fuck” because he does not make love to me.  Oh, he makes me cum and I generally comply with all of his twisted games because a little of me needs this abuse.  When I first asked him why he chose me to “do” his reply was a simple “because you were hot and available.”  I never really believed that until I began reading your stories and realizing that he is not alone, nor am I.  I don’t hate him, or men.  I do enjoy your writings and am sending you this message as a thank you and an encouragement from one troubled soul to another, even though you may not know it.  I am not judging you, just myself.  I love my husband, but have needs that only his “friend” and your stories can fulfill.  Thanks and enjoy your day.”

I hate the feedback forwarded from Literotica because you don’t know who it came from and I would dearly have loved to talk to this lady.

To:   JPB   4/18/07

About this feedback…interesting to say the least.  She could have been polite enough to include a few sordid details.  I understand why she wrote.  It is probably close to why I wrote.  To some individuals (such as moi) your incredible stories definitely hit a chord deep, deep in our psyches, so we write to say thanks for the stories.  But also, even though there was no reason to, I responded to your return message with the most candid and detailed description of my sexual self.  Why?  I have no fucking idea, but I did it and I don’t regret it for a second.

Maybe you will hear more from her.  Maybe you won’t.  But, you will know that you touched another person in a very secret and special place by writing what you write.  What more could any author ask???

To:   JPB   4/26/07

Wow!  WOw!  WOW!!!

Have I got news for you!

Last night, enjoying some post-coital cuddling, Gary told me that he needed to tell me something -- he would really like to see me in action with another man.  He said he had been thinking about it for a long, long time and he felt that it was the right time to tell me.

I was floored!  It’s a huge step and we both talked about it for a long time last night -- if he was sure, if I wanted to, how would it change us, did he want to be in a three-some (no, not yet), would he get mad, once we did it we could never take it back, the difference between hearing about it and actually seeing it, etc, etc, etc.  Then we talked about how we could physically do it -- in a hotel room, at home, which room, where would he hide, etc, etc, etc.  We were still talking about it when we fell asleep.

Unbelievably, everything fell into place TODAY, and it is all set for THIS SATURDAY NIGHT!!.

Remember Matt (of the condo dinner - the widower?) well since the dinner he has been calling a couple of times a week just chatting and asking me for a date since he wimped out at Final Four time (that’s not fair - he didn’t wimp out, just caught the same crud that put me into the hospital for a few days) and I kept telling him he needed to get find a nice single woman.

Guess who called me today?  Lucky Matt!!

I told him my husband and son were visiting his mother for the weekend and if he was free Saturday he could talk me into dinner and “whatever”.  So he is going to pick me up this Saturday around four.

Gary and I haven’t figured out all the details for the best seat in the house, but as of right now everything is a go!!!!!!!

Wish us luck.

To:   JPB   4/27/07

As of this morning Gary is still certain he wants to watch. I can’t even begin to describe how nervous I am!

To:   C   4/28/07

If everything went right, as I write this your legs are pointed straight up at the ceiling, you are begging Matt to fuck you harder, and Gary is in the closet living his dream (and if you cared for me as much as you say you do you would have found a way for me to be in there with him).

I posted You 6 to Literotica today and I’ll watch the site and the day they put it up I’ll post it to ES and SOL.

Damn girl!  How am I supposed to sleep tonight knowing what you are doing?

To:   JPB   4/29/07   11:03 AM

I’m still alive and still married so you know last night went well (more on that later).  Jerry is picking up our son and I’m writing up what happened.

To:   JPB   4/29/07   2:47 PM

Here it is -- stream of consciousness, unproofed.

Sunday afternoon.

Well, we did it and we are still married.  It was strange and very emotional for me, but Gary has assured me that everything is OK if not even better.

Let’s see…

I told you that Gary told me he finally wanted to watch me and that we discussed it damn near to death.  Then, by chance Matt called me and I set up a date with him for yesterday.  I know I told you that I wasn’t interested in “dating” a guy, that I didn’t want an affair, and that I much preferred “adventures” and the more spontaneous the better; but I thought that this would be the easiest way to give Gary what he wanted.

Anyway, I told Matt that my husband was taking our son to visit his Granny over the weekend and if he wanted he could take me out to dinner,  I told him to dress casual and pick me up around four and I also told he that he COULD NOT spend the night.

Now, back at home…It seems that in every hot wife/ hubby watching story they have a big walk in closet to work with.  Not so with us.  We have a shallow closet that runs the full length of the room and is only about as deep as the width of a large coat hanger.  It took some doing, but Gary managed to clear out a space where he could stand and see the entire bed.  He was even able to get a small stool in there in case he had to sit down.

On Saturday Gary took our son to Granny’s and came home.  We were both VERY nervous and I kept offering to call Matt and cancel, but Gary said no.

I showered, did my hair and make-up and sat waiting in my silk robe.  The plan was that I would bring Matt up to the bedroom for a session and then we would leave for dinner.  When we left Gary would come out of the closet and call me on my cell phone telling me that he didn’t like it and not to bring Matt back, or that he did like it and bring Matt back for round two.

The doorbell rang at 3:40.  I guess Matt was a little anxious.

I answered the door and told Matt he could follow me to the bedroom and we could talk while I finished dressing.  Of course, when I dropped my robe on the bed all bets on having a chat went out the window.  I walked over to Matt, we embraced and began kissing and then I dropped to my knees and started working on his pants.

All right, I have to tell you that right at that time I was SO NERVOUS I was having trouble breathing!  I hoped that Matt thought it was arousal.  I was NOT having a good time.  The whole scene felt so put on for me because I was worried about doing things at the right angle for Gary, wondering what he was thinking, was he going to jump out of the closet and kick Matt out of the house and grab a suitcase and leave me?  I was scared that the whole thing was going to become a disaster.

I finally got Matt’s pants and underwear down and I leaned in to start on his cock.  No raging husband charged out of the closet.

I got Matt hard and laid down on the bed and spread my legs for him.  He has always given me excellent oral and this time was no different.  It is a good thing I like sex as much as I do because by the time I felt my first orgasm coming on I had forgotten that there was anyone else in the room except me and the guy eating me.  It was a good cum and I pulled Matt over me and positioned his cock at my opening.

We started fucking.  Oh God, I was so embarrassed at how soon and how strong my second orgasm was when it came.  I was spasming and moaning all over the place and Matt soon followed.

We laid there for a few minutes and cuddled and then he began to play with my tits.  I held his head to my breasts as he licked and nibbled on my hard nipples.  I rolled him off me and moved down to take his sloppy dick in my mouth and brought him back to hardness.

This time I was more aware of my audience.  I mounted Matt with our feet facing the closet so Gary could see Matt’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy as I rode him.  We fucked a long time until Matt came and filled me again.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up and started to dress while Matt cleaned himself up and then we left the house to have a quick dinner at the local Applebee’s.  On the way to the restaurant my cell rang and it was Gary asking me how quick we could get back for round two.  Before Matt and I left the restaurant I went to the ladies room and called Gary and told him we would be there in twenty minutes.

Round two was doggie style.  That time I faced the closet so Gary could look into my eyes as Matt’s dick pushed into me.  I know Gary likes the way my boobs move when we do it doggie and he was getting a show as Matt slammed into me.  We both came, but this time I couldn’t get Matt hard again with my mouth.  He said he needed a little rest so we laid there and talked as he gently played with my tits and pussy until he dozed off.

I wondered if I dared get off the bed, get Gary out of the closet and go to the spare bedroom for a quickie, but I was afraid Matt would wake up and see what was going on.  I just hoped that Gary wouldn’t be too upset at having to be stuck in the closet while Matt napped.  After Matt took his short nap I suggested that a shower might pep us up and it did.  Matt got hard, but I wasn’t sure that he was going to cum after as many times as we had already gone.  He lasted a log time -- much to my pleasure.  We did it missionary, and then I rode him facing the closet so Gary could see Matt’s hands all over my bouncing boobs.  Matt finally came with me bent over the bureau and him standing behind me and slamming into me hard while I was up on my toes.

After some kissing and some cuddling I told Matt it was time for him to go.  Always the gentleman, he dressed and asked if he could see me again.  Glancing at the closet I said that it might be possible, but that we would have to wait and see.  I walked him to the door, gave him a goodnight kiss and let him out.

Back in the bedroom Gary was waiting for me with a tremendous hard on pointing straight up at the ceiling.  This tired girl mounted him and we both had an incredible fuck.

The strangest thing of the night happened next.  As we laid there hugging each other I started crying.  Not just sobs, but full-out hysterics.  It must have been an emotional release of all the tension that I had built up worrying about how things would all turn out.  Gary held me tightly and told me that everything was all right.  He was kissing my forehead and I looked up and then we began kissing -- I mean REALLY kissing.  I went down on him and he was hard in seconds and then we made intense, deep, emotional love and I knew then that everything was going to be all right and I fell asleep in my husband’s arms.

I woke up with something warm and wet on my nipple and opened my eyes to find Gary with his normal morning hard on and after we did the dirty he asked, “When are we going to do this again?”

So you were right all along about his reaction and I shouldn’t have worried. And just a little while ago Matt called and thanked me for a wonderful evening -- always the gentleman.

To:   C  4/30/07

I wasn’t worried a bit. I know you were terrified that it wouldn’t turn out well, but I’ve had e-mails from Gary and I’ve read your descriptions of how he behaves when you come home from playing so there was NO doubt in my mind how he was going to take it.  Watch - now he is going to want you to do it two or three times a week.  You have created a monster.

To:   JPB   4/30/07

Yes Mr. Know It All, you were right and I’m SO VERY GLAD that you were.  You will find this funny (at least I did). Several times over the weekend Gary asked when we could do it again and today Matt called and asked the same question.

The one concern about setting things up so Gary can watch again is our son.  In stories there are either no kids or they are grown up and out of the house. We don’t want to do anything with our son anywhere in the area.  Maybe that will keep Gary from going hog wild on this new thing.

To:   C   5/2/07

Has Gary backed off a little or is he still chasing you around the house with a constant hard on?  I swear to God that the first time I watched Nan my cock stayed hard for a week and she threatened to go stay with her mother for a while if I didn’t give her some breathing room.

Planner has changed yet again.  It is now looking like it might make it to 12 chapters.  I have changed her job description.  I couldn’t come up with enough wedding stuff to keep her busy a full week so now she is the hotel’s event coordinator and besides wedding she now handles conventions, trade shows and stuff like that.  Changing her title means I have to go back through previously written chapters and make some changes.  I hope I will be starting to type the chapters by the start of next week.

I was going to say that I wished that I was there in your closet with Gary and watching you, but that would be a lie.  I wanted to be the one watched with you.

To:   JPB   5/3/07               

Yes dear, Jerry and I have talked all week about Saturday night.  One nice side effect is that is that Gary has been extremely affectionate as well as horny.  He has started talking about future candidates and watching me with more than one guy (even up to 3).  He said he would like to watch me for a while before joining in -- if that would ever happen.  And finally, he said that it is NOT MANDATORY that he watch -- if an adventure happens out of the house he will still be happy to hear all about it when I get home.  You know me dear, I’m such a slut that he will get his wish whichever way it goes.

Tomorrow is First Friday so maybe I’ll have more to tell you on Saturday.

To:   C   5/5/07

Bad night last night. I couldn’t sleep so I got on the computer and typed. Finished the attached.  It is one of the stories that I’ve had lying around for a while that I just didn’t get to to type.  I have another four of five waiting their turn, but I don’t know when I will get to them.

Anything for me on last night?

To:   JPB   5/5/07

No First Friday news to report. Gary and I watched reruns of CSI -- how’s that for exciting?  However, there is talk of a girl’s night out tonight to celebrate Cinco de Mayo.  I’ll let you know what happens.

To:   JPB   5/6/07

Sorry to report that nothing happened last night. Instead of a girls night out we had some of the neighbors over for drinks.  No misbehavior was observed.

Sorry.

To:   C   5/9/07

From the feedback I am getting on BASW_you 6 I would have to say that you are still everyone’s favorite slut wife.  I finished writing Planner 8 and I’m going to back away from it for a while and try to get what I already have onto the computer.

To:   JPB   5/10/07

“Everyone’s favorite slut?”  Sick as it is…I’m flattered.  I guess I’ll just have to keep working at earning the accolades.  I’m sure that Gary and you will be all for it.

Got a call from Matt yesterday.  He will be out of town this weekend, but would like to see me again when he gets back and as soon as we can work it out.  We’ll see. Gary is still trying to come up with something naughty for this weekend.  I will of course let you know.

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And she did let me know and that means that there will be another chapter of Becoming a Slut Wife Christina coming soon to the computer near you