People look at my wife and then they look at me and wonder why in the world is that gorgeous woman with him.  Most would never believe the real reason; they assume that I have a twelve inch cock or a super long tongue, but the real reason is that I let her be what she is - an absolute slut.  I give her love, a comfortable home and I let her be who she is.

Holly has always been a slut.  She had her cherry popped by her stepfather.  She liked it so instead of running to her mother to tell on him she spread for him anytime he wanted, and he wanted a lot over the next two years.  Finally he (and Holly) got careless and mommy came home one day, caught them, and threw them out on their ass. 

Holly went to live with an aunt and started dating boys and soon the word was out that Holly was an ‘easy’ piece of ass.  By the time Holly was a junior in high school her reputation was well established - she was a slut with a capital S.  Unlike some girls who put out because it was the only way they could get attention, Holly put out because she loved to fuck.  I’d gone to school with her from the sixth grade on and, while we knew each other, I’d never been the recipient of her favors.  There were several reasons for that chief among them the fact that I wasn’t a very good-looking guy.  Add to that the fact that I was very shy and not comfortable around girls and I also had the worst case of acne on the planet. 

Holly and I had several classes together, we belonged to the chess club, we both worked on the school newspaper and while friendly, we were not exactly friends and we didn’t travel in the same social circles.  My circle was my fellow jocks; I was a letterman on the basketball, football and baseball teams and those are the guys I tended to hang with.  Holly’s circle was who ever was the latest to get her pants down and whatever circle he ran with.

 We both did share something though - neither one of us got asked to many parties unless it was being thrown by someone we knew well.  I didn’t get invited because I wasn’t comfortable around girls, and Holly didn’t get invited because she was a slut and the other girls didn’t want her around - or more specifically, they didn’t want her around their boyfriends.  The reason I wasn’t comfortable around girls was that I’d been shot down too many times when asking for dates - not just shot down, but brutally shot down.  Like the time I asked Betty Ann Metzler out, “Go out with you? (laughter)  Me go out with you? (more laughter)  You’ve got to be kidding.”  So I tended not to waste my time on girls and kept myself  busy with sports and other school activities.

 One afternoon while Holly and I were working on the school paper she asked me if I would do her a favor.  When I asked her what she told me that there was a party that she wanted to go to, but she hadn’t been invited so the only way she could go would to be as the date of someone who was.  It just happened to be that this party was one of the few that I got invited to. The question was obvious:

 “Why me? And why would you want to go to a party where you are apparently not wanted?” 

It turned out that Holly had set her sights on a guy and the girl throwing the party was after the same guy and he was going to be there which would give the other girl ‘an unfair advantage’ as far as Holly was concerned.  I just looked at her and she could see what I was thinking.

 “No baby, it won’t be that way.  I go with you and I’ll leave with you.  I just want to be there to keep the playing field level.”

 I nodded my head, “So, I get to be the stalking horse?” 

She winced and said, “Don’t be that way baby.  We’ve known each other far too long for bullshit.  You never take a date to parties, and when you get there you and all the other jocks will gather around the beer keg and never move until it’s time to leave.  This party isn’t going to be any different for you so you don’t lose anything and you help me out.  I’ll owe you one.”

I don’t know who was most surprised at the party, everyone who saw that Holly was my date or me for the way the party went.  I expected that I would be the ‘key’ to get Holly in the door and then I’d do just what she’d said - go over to the keg with the rest of the jocks.  Holly had other ideas.  She drug me out on the dance floor and kept me right by her side for most of the evening.  I knew that it was so that the guy she really wanted would see us and maybe get a little jealous, but what the hell, I was having a good time. 

About three hours into the party I walked away from her to have a few words with my buddies over by the keg and when I came back there was some guy I didn’t know talking to Holly.  I was set to walk away and give them some privacy when I noticed the expression on Holly’s face - it was angry, very angry.  The guy reached out to grab her and she smacked his hand away and he reached for her again.  For some reason that pissed me off; what the hell was he doing messing with my date?  I walked over just in time to hear him say:

 “You ain’t nothing but a fucking slut.”

 I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Best you watch how you talk to my date.”

 He spun around and said, “Listen asshole” and that was as far as he got before my hand shot out, grabbed him around the throat and lifted him up on his tiptoes (the advantage of being 6’3” and two fifteen is the strength that goes with it) and I said:

 “I may be an asshole fuck face, but I’m a meaner asshole than you are.  Now apologize to my date and make me believe that you really mean it and you just might get out of here in one piece tonight.” 

He did and I set him down, but not before I said, “Best I don’t catch you bothering her again.  Next time I’ll break your arm.”  As he retreated I said to Holly, “I sure hope that wasn’t the guy you came here to see.” 

She looked at me and shrugged, “It was.”

 I looked at his retreating back and said, “Boy, you sure can pick them.” 

She stared at me for a couple of seconds and then smiled, “Oh I don’t know.  I picked you, didn’t I?  Come on baby, dance with me.”

When we left the party and I was driving her home she sat silent until I pulled up in front of the house and then she said, “Why don’t you like me?”

 “What makes you say that?” 

 “I’ve known you for years and you’ve never asked me out.  Tonight you take me to a party and then bring me straight home instead of parking somewhere and necking and then trying to have sex with me.”

 I turned to face her, “In the first place” and then I explained why I didn’t bother asking girls for dates anymore. “Secondly, I do like you, I always have.  We just haven’t traveled in the same circles.  Lastly, our date tonight wasn’t a real date.  It was just a way to get you to a place you couldn’t have gone otherwise.  As far as necking goes, I fully intended to try and kiss you goodnight when I walked you to your door.  Who knows, we might like it and if we do I might be able to work up the courage to ask you for a real date.”

 I did kiss her goodnight and she returned it with a tad more passion than I expected.

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Two nights later I saw her at a chess club meeting after school and I had drawn her as my opponent.  We tossed for color, she won and surprised me by taking black.  You always - always - wanted to take white so you could immediately go on the offensive.  I opened with the standard pawn to kings four and asked why she had chosen black.

 “To surprise you” she said, “That way you’ll be a little off balance when I surprise you again by asking you to take me out of here and fuck me tonight.”

  She had accomplished what she had set out to do - she had most definitely surprised me.  I looked at her, all thoughts of chess gone from my head, and all I could do was stare at her and ask why.

  “Because I like you.  I like the way you stood up for me the other night and because I know that you will never ask me out on your own.  So, since I feel that I need to do the asking I thought that I would make my intentions known up front.”

 I stared at her for almost a minute as my mind tried to accept what was saying.  I finally found my voice and confessed, “I don’t know what to do.  I’m still a virgin.”

 She grinned and said, “Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

 I reached out with a finger and toppled my king, stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

  The first three times I came so fast that I was embarrassed, but Holly didn’t seem to care.  Those three times were followed by three blow jobs that got me back up again and the fourth time I actually gave Holly an orgasm before I came and then suddenly it was time for me to get her home.  I walked her to the door and she gave me a passionate kiss and said:

 “Tomorrow baby, you get your next lesson, okay?” 

For the next six weeks Holly and I kept steady company and it seemed like every night she taught me something new, but while I was having the time of my life I knew I was about to get hurt - hurt bad.  I had fallen in love, but Holly was only in ‘like’ and I knew she would move on before too long.  She liked me, but I was just one of many and I knew it.  The day finally came when I said, “What time tomorrow night?” and she told me she had other plans.  The next three times I asked her out she also had other plans.  It was over, I had known it was going to happen, but I was crushed just the same.

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My time with Holly did have one benefit; it gave me enough confidence in myself that I started asking other girls out with out caring if they shot me down or not.  Surprisingly enough I didn’t get turned down all that much anymore, but even though I did have a social life I didn’t have the girl I wanted.  One day after school, about two months after my last date with Holly, we were working on the school paper and she said:

 “Why haven’t you asked me out lately?  Don’t you like me anymore?”

 “Of course I still like you.  I just got tired of being told no.”

 She gave me a thoughtful look and then asked me to meet her for a soda when we left school.  At a table at Harry’s, a local hangout for teens, she took my hand and said:

“You’ve known me for at least five years now and you know what I’m like” and then she told me the story about her stepfather and what had happened.  “I am the way I am because I like to fuck and I like to fuck more than just one guy.  Sometimes I like two or three at the same time - it’s just the way I am.  I didn’t stop going out with you because I stopped liking you; I stopped because you were the only guy I’d seen for over a month and I felt the need for someone else.  That doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you again.  Besides, you were starting to see yourself as my steady boyfriend and I don’t want a steady.”

 “Why not?”

 She looked at me like I was brain dead, “In the first place I just told you how I am.  Who would want to go steady with me?”

 I smiled at her and said, “Moi.”

 She snorted, “Get serious baby.”

“I am serious.  I’d love to be your steady.”

 She cocked her head to one side, looked at me and then laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” I asked. 

“I can just see you taking me to a party, standing around watching while I pull a train and then taking me out for sodas after.” 

I grinned at her and said, “I could do that.” 

She shook her head, “No you couldn’t baby.  No guy can handle other guys fucking his girl on a regular basis.”

 “Sure I can.  I’d get you all the time while they would only get you occasionally.  As far as standing around watching you pull a train that wouldn’t happen.  No way I’d stand and watch - I would participate.” 

“You sure about that?”

 “Dead sure.”

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Thus began almost twenty years of watching my girlfriend and then my wife live her life as a slut.  I won’t say that it was an easy thing to get used to, but the things that one will do for love often defy all understanding.  For the last year of high school I took Holly to several gangbangs, watched her ‘date’ others and in general, be the slut she had always been.  In college nothing changed except she got more into gangbangs.  I was the most popular guy on campus for a while as different fraternities tried to get me to join and then I was the most popular guy in the frat I chose and all because of Holly. 

She still went out on occasional dates, sometimes being gone for entire weekends, but she always came back to me.  After graduation I asked her to marry me and she turned me down:

 “As your girlfriend you could always walk away from me when you got tired of the way I behave.  You can’t just walk away from a marriage, at least not without lawyers, courts and a lot of bitterness.  If you still want me we should keep things like they are.”

 I asked her if that was her way of saying that she didn’t love me and didn’t want to marry me and she said, “Don’t be stupid baby.  I could never in a million years find another guy like you.  I just don’t want to hurt you.”

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It took me almost a year but I finally wore her down and talked her into becoming my bride.  Marriage changed nothing.  Holly was still a slut, still fucked other guys, but gangbangs and multiple partners became a thing of the past, except for a few rare and special occasions.  We both found jobs in our chosen fields and most of Holly’s extracurricular fucking was done at work.  She did her customers, her coworkers, and her coworkers husbands and boyfriends.  She spent a great deal of time working directly under her boss (literally) and not surprisingly moved right up the corporate ladder until she reached the regional managers level.  She probably will be a vice president within the next three years. 

She pulled a train for her boss at a party he had for some of his favorite customers, and she did it even though she was six months pregnant.  Surprisingly, that’s why her boss wanted her to do it, and even more surprisingly everyone at the party wanted her to come back and do it again and she is thinking of doing it.  I guess I’m not the only guy who thinks she is even sexier pregnant than she was when she wasn’t.  It probably won’t hurt her to do it, not if last night was any indication.  It was my birthday and Holly had a surprise party for me.  Most of the guys there couldn’t get over how sexy Holly looked at almost eight months and one thing led to another and Holly ended up taking them all on.  They couldn’t get enough of her.

 There were a couple of other girls at the party and while most of them weren’t as big a slut as my wife they did play around some.  One of then asked me if it was my kid that Holly was carrying and I shrugged my shoulders, more to shock her than anything else.

“You mean you don’t even know who the father is?”

  Actually I do know; it’s mine.  When Holly decided to get pregnant she stopped having sex for almost three months and that included me.  Then she only had sex with me until she got pregnant.  Of course once she was preggers she was off and running again.  I don’t know if motherhood will change her and slow her down or whether she will become an even bigger slut, but then I really don’t care.  As long as she comes home to me and stays with me I’ll be happy.