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 Dear Reader; A word of warning.  This story involves a married couple that
go on a journey of discovery.  It starts when the wife meets a man that
takes her places she always way deep down wanted to go.  If you don't care
to read about two people in love and desperate to keep their marriage
together, even if it involves a wife that acts like a slut...then don't
read any further.  This is the first time I have put a warning on a story
such as this.  It isn't too graphic, it does contain anal sex, oral sex,
and vaginal sex.  Sex in public, Group sex, unsafe sex, and unprotected
sexual endeavors as well.

   In a perfect world, sex would always be safe, no matter how many or how
long it was done.  In a perfect world, the wife and husband would be fully
loving and in communication with each other always.  In a perfect world
stories such as this wouldn't need to be told.  This story goes into that
perfection of worlds to a point.  There is no thought about `safety' or
`safe sex'.  If that bothers you..again...don't read this story.

   That is all I have to say on this story.  Expect more of these...well,
whatever you wish to call my warning, in the future as well.

   Curious2c

















   Business Trip Transformation



   I'll be the first to admit it.  Our marriage was in deep trouble.  We
had both been working hard in our respective jobs, traveling and making all
`the right moves' for our future.  In spite of that, or rather, because of
that, our intimate love life had gone down the tubes.

   Having been married for fifteen years and fairly comfortable with each
other, we were just getting to the financial place we had aimed for...yet,
we had begun to be apart more and more.  It seemed that each promotion led
to more time away from each other, until lately, we only saw each other on
weekends once in a while.

   Of course, having so little time together, we'd fight over who's turn it
was to do this or that in the household chores and things like that, and
now our weekends were mostly spent with each of us keeping to ourselves. 
The age difference between us had never seemed to be a part of our
problems. I am ten years younger than Matt.

   Sex?  We hadn't had any kind of regular sex for several years, and
lately, even that sporadic sex we did have had tapered off to almost
nothing.  We had both talked about what was happening in our lives, but
neither of us wanted to be the one to give up on their career.  We were at
a critical point that many marriages arrive at...and I was afraid that we
would soon be divorced.

   One of the only things that wouldn't be any trouble if we got divorced
was we didn't have any children.  I had been involved in a car accident
when I was a young child and the results of that were I would never be able
to have kids.  My fallopian tubes had been severed and in such a way that
they couldn't be restored.

   We had accepted that fact and still married knowing that we would have
no children.  Every once in a while I would feel a twinge about not being
able to have a baby, but it would pass.  I know that Matt had accepted it,
and we had talked about possibly adopting a young child at some point.  We
had yet to reach that point though.  Now it looked as if we'd never get
there.

   I left on Monday morning for a business trip and would be gone all week
long.  Mat, my husband, left at the same time, matter of fact we were in
the check in line together at the airport.  He was headed out on a business
trip for a week as well.

   We talked in the airport...and as he turned to go get on his flight, he
told me, in a very serious way...

   "Donna, we're in trouble.  We both know it.  If something doesn't give
soon we'll be separated.  We need to take some time for ourselves before
it's too late...if in fact it isn't too late.  I love you and I don't want
to lose you without a fight."

   He kissed my cheek after that stunning pronouncement, and left me
standing in the lobby, almost in tears.  I had seen it of course, but for
him to say it in public...as he had...tore me up inside.  I loved him, I
always had.  I knew he loved me too.  Lately the fights and not being
together had taken their toll though.  I never even got a chance to reply
to his announcement either.

   I boarded my flight a few minutes later, and as I sat down I was
depressed.  I had been horny for what seemed like weeks.  I had fought with
Mat last night, and then this morning his little statement on our married
life worried me.  Would he cheat on me then?  I know I had been having
little thoughts on trips lately...wanting to get relief in some way.  If I
was thinking like that could he be doing so too?

   Arriving at my destination, I found my hotel room to have been changed.
It upset me, but with everything else in life coming at me, I accepted the
room they offered in exchange, not knowing what a suite I was going to have
for the next week.

   Full up as they were, but also aware that I stayed often at their hotel,
they had upped my reservation to a beautiful room with a view, a Jacuzzi,
and a king sized bed.  I was in love with it the minute I stepped inside.
Never had they done this for me, and I wondered briefly what had brought
this about?

   I tipped the handsome young man that had helped me with my luggage, and
as he left he pointed out the wet bar and other amenities.  I noticed him
checking me out as he helped me.  It sent a warm tingle through my body
knowing that I still had what it took to attract younger men.

   Closing the door, I called my client and arranged to meet them that
afternoon for dinner.  She was quite happy that I would be picking up the
tab.  I was happy that she was happy as it made my job easier in the long
run.  Happy clients are great to deal with.

   I took a shower, wanting to wait for that Jacuzzi until later tonight
when I could climb out of it and into bed and relax.  Meeting the client
was a breeze and by the end of dinner I had a feeling that this trip would
be a money maker for my company.  That meant a good bonus for me too.

   The client left, promising to be all ready in the morning for my
presentation.  I had high hopes that things would work out perfectly.  I
decided to sit in the bar for a bit before heading up to my room.  While I
was there he approached.

   Tall, dark, and very...very handsome.  His graying temples took my
breath away.  I had always had a thing for men with that `distinguished
gray' thing going on.  He offered to buy me a drink.  I accepted.  I knew I
shouldn't.  It was wrong to accept a drink leading someone into thinking
that there may be more later on.

   I just couldn't resist his allure though.  Smiling, complimenting,
laughing...getting me to laugh...Pretty soon I was on a third drink from
him, while I don't think he had more than sipped out of his first.  I found
myself asking his name.

   When he hesitated, I realized right away that he was about to lie to me.
He was going to give me a bogus name.  Thinking about it, and then noting
that his wedding band was shining in the light of the back bar, I knew why.

   I decided that two could play at this game, so as he was telling me his
name, I made up one for myself too.  After all, how could he know my real
name?  Just like I couldn't know his real name either.  It would be...only
fair just in case things went beyond drinks and talk.

   That thought hit me hard.  I felt a shiver down my spine as I realized I
had just decided that I was willing, possibly, to go upstairs with this
man...'James' he had told me, and have sex with him.  I was shocked at
myself.  I was also very horny, very ready and wanting too.  Mat and my
marriage seemed a long ways away at that moment.

   "Mary.  Mary...Jones.  Road warrior and all around problem fixer."

   My introduction was flippant...but I delivered my `name' without any
hesitation.  I could see him pause as if he thought I was telling him my
real name.  Evidently in the world of people who fucked around on the road,
telling a real name was not a good idea.

   Names given, our talk led to more personal things.  Pretty soon I found
myself pouring out my whole story, even the details of my marriage and how
I figured it was in danger of failing.  He was very attentive, supportive
and seemed interested in what I had to say.  I found myself wishing that
Mat would listen like James was.  I found myself wondering what else James
could do that I would appreciate too.

   Blushing at my stay dirty thought, I only hoped that James couldn't read
minds.  If he could I was in deep trouble.  He'd know that I was already
planning on us...in bed...in my room.  Possibly in my Jacuzzi too.  It was
big enough for more than two people...and the thought of that swirling warm
water jetting between our two naked bodies...I felt my pussy go wet at my
thoughts.

   James had a similar story to tell.  His wife worked, like I did.  They
were apart way too much, and he too felt that their marriage was about to
end as well.  The more we talked the more I thought about how alike we
were. Alike yet...different.  Besides the more obvious things of course,
but in his marriage, he thought his wife was the cause of their problems,
while in mine, I figured my husband, Mat was the issue.

   Talking soon turned to a few dances then a few dances turned into me
inviting him to my room for a nightcap.  We were both staying in the same
hotel...different floors, but not that far apart.  He was in town for a
week as well and I realized that if I wanted, I could have sex every night
this week.  My horniness level shot up into higher gear with that
knowledge.

   I had forgotten my husband, my marriage, and everything I should have
been concentrating on, all for one man, one week, and lots of hot nasty
sex. I hadn't even been to bed with him and I was thinking of the things
he'd say, the things he'd do...I was on a fast track to fantasy land for
certain.  I hoped that I would survive this week.

   In my room I had a little shadow of doubt about what I was doing.  A
man, with a made up name, in my room, and the intent was sex between us. 
We were here to have sex, of that there was no doubt.  I was here to
actually have sex with `James' and not my Mat.  I felt guilty right up
until James took me in his arms and kissed me.  Throughly.

   After that kiss, things went so fast I didn't have a chance to think
about my husband, our marriage, or anything at all.  `James' was skillful
and sexual.  Demanding to the point of almost turning me off...yet he
seemed to know just how much to push and when to pull back.  He was very
good.

   First, as we undressed each other he shocked me, and caused a thrill to
shoot through my body when he leaned in close to my ears and said the most
filthy things to me.

   "Well...Mary...tonight you and I are going to explore the world of sin
and sex.  I'm going to eat you alive.  Lick your body until you can't stand
anymore, then I'm going to suck your cunt until you cum again and again."

   Nobody had ever talked to me like that.  It shocked me...and then I
found it turned me on so much that I was positively dripping wet in the
shortest time I had ever gotten wet before in my life.  His nasty thoughts
were turning me on and into a quivering mass of jell-o.

   I remembered back to when I was a young girl and having fantasy thoughts
of what it would be like to have a strong man just take control of me. 
Something like a Knight errant or perhaps an Arabian King...demanding of
me, and talking dirty to me...because they could.

   His next words ripped even more deeply into my center.  Hearing such
filthy things he was going to do to me in so graphic a way turned me on for
some strange reason.

   "Then, when I've eaten your cunt to several orgasms...I'm going to take
my hard long cock and ram it inside you.  I'll fuck you hard...your pussy
will be begging for more when I'm done too.  I'm going to make you mine. 
I'll own your cunt.  I'll own your ass.  I'll own your mouth.  I'll own
you."

   I could only moan.  I couldn't believe the things he was saying to me. I
should have been angry...I should have slapped him for what he was telling
me...yet I stood there and almost wanted to beg him for more.  Talk to me
like I was some cheap whore...I was about to beg him to do that.  Deep
inside I felt a change in me that I knew would never let me be the same
`Mary' again.  Ever.  No matter what, this night was going to change me
forever.

   He slowly stripped off my dress, then my bra and panties.  I stood
there, in my heels and stockings, as he stood back and stared at my body. I
blushed, never have had a man look at me as he was then.

   Reaching out, he grasped a nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

   "You're body is beautiful.  Your tits are perfect.  They stand out
proudly, majestically, and I can see by your nipples, that you want me to
do more.  I will.  When I'm ready.  For now...I want to play with you a
bit. Not to worry, you'll love how I play.  Trust me."

   My pussy was flooding now.  I was shaking in desire.  I wanted this man.
My husband Mat, my marriage, they both seemed far, far away.  I wanted this
man to control me.  I wanted him to use me.  His earlier conversation and
now his almost demanding way of taking what he wanted had me wrapped around
his little finger.  I just wanted to please this God.

   His fingers were at my pussy.  Slipping into me, I could feel him
touching me expertly.  It was obvious that he knew his way around a woman's
body.  His thumb flicked at my clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of
me...like a little cock.  I almost came standing right there.  I was
wet...I was so ready...I wanted him to fuck me however he wanted.

   "Mary...I want you to take my clothes off.  I will play with you as you
do that, but I want you to undo the buttons on my shirt, then my pants, I
want you to strip my clothes off."

   Shaking, my hands went to his buttons.  I fumbled for a bit, then
finally figured out the best way to do what he wanted.  Soon his naked body
was standing in front of me.  All but his underwear in a pile at our feet.

   "Kneel down...take off my shorts."

   I knelt.  My head was inches away from his crotch.  As I pulled down his
underwear, his cock sprang out and almost hit my face.  He stepped out of
his underwear and I remained on my knees in front of him, waiting for his
next order.

   I found myself wanting him to order me to suck his cock.  I had never
done that...not even for Mat.  It had caused more than one argument in our
bedroom over the years...but I had always felt that only a slut would suck
a man's cock.  Only a whore would enjoy putting a man's cock in her mouth.

   Matt had tried so many times to talk me into trying it.  So many times,
deep down I had wanted to.  I still just couldn't bring myself to do that
for him though.  I could hear my mother telling me that some things only a
whore would do for a man, and a proper lady would never do that, mainly
because her husband would lose respect for her if she did.  That would lead
to a divorce in no time.

   Now, I found myself in my hotel suite, hoping...actually hoping that I
would be ordered to do those things.  Suck his cock...lick it, suck
it...allow him to shoot off in my mouth.  Of course, this was James, not
Matt.  He could consider me a slut or a whore because...well, here I was
undressing him, in my stockings only.  Naked as he was now.  I was a slut.

   "Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

   "No."

   I almost choked as I answered.

   "No?  No what?"

   "I've...never sucked a penis before."

   "Did I call this a penis?"

   He had taken his cock in his hand and was waving it in front of my face.

   "No.  You called it...a...c...c...co..."

   "Say it.  This is a cock Mary.  Call it what it is.  Say it."

   "Cock.  I've never sucked a cock before."

   "Why not?"

   "Only a slut would suck a cock."

   "Only a slut would suck a cock?  So...would you consider a woman, a
married woman, kneeling in front of a man she just met that day,
naked...talking about his cock...her pussy...her cunt...would you consider
her something other than a slut?"

   His words cut me to the core.  He meant me.  He was going to have me
call myself a slut...I could see it.  Ashamed I wondered how I had let
things get so out of hand.  How could I do this?  How could I have let
James get me naked in my suite, talking about his cock?  I was a slut.  I
truly was.

   "No...only a slut would do that."

   "So...you're married and your naked in front of me...talking about my
cock...wouldn't that make you a slut too Mary?"

   Looking down at the floor, embarrassed to know that I had slipped to
this level...I whispered.

   "Yes.  That makes me a slut.  A married slut."

   "So...slut...you want to suck my cock...why don't you take it in your
hand then ask me if you can?"

   Shaking, this was the step that would definitely put me across that line
for certain...with no doubt.  I was about to become a true slut for
this...man.  James was about to get from me all that I had never given to
my Mat.

   "Can I...suck...your...pen...c...cock?"

   "What?  I didn't hear you."

   "I said...can I suck your cock?  Please?"

   "Lick it first.  All over."

   I licked it.  All over.  He tasted clean, salty and a bit...I don't
know...different than I had ever thought it would be that was for sure.  I
let my tongue slip down to his nuts, and caressing those wonderful balls I
found my inner voice telling me to go for it.  It wasn't just telling
me...it was shouting at me to go for it.

   Shortly he had guided me into taking his cock into my mouth, and as time
went on, he was soon holding my head as he fucked my mouth.  Deeper and
deeper he stroked, and I was beginning to allow him into my throat.  My gag
reflex had been on edge the whole time, but bit by bit it too went away.  I
was learning how to relax my throat muscles.  It wasn't easy, but I was
trying my best.

   Before I knew it I was taking his whole cock into my mouth and down my
throat.  If anyone would have told me that by the end of my first day in
this city I'd have a man's cock in my mouth sucking it like a woman
possessed, I'd have probably hit them.  That it was James' cock was another
thing all together.

   He was very vocal with me, telling me how to do this and that, how good
it felt for my lips to be wrapped around his cock.  Everything he told me
just made me hornier and wetter.  I wanted to please this man so bad, I
wanted him to be happy with me, and satisfied by my efforts.

   Suddenly I felt his cock begin to throb.  I knew instinctively that he
was about to shoot off in my mouth.  Looking up into his eyes, I saw that
he had no intentions on quitting now either.  I braced myself for the
coming event.  I was afraid, but then I realized that porn stars could take
it in their mouths and swallow even...why not me?  After all, wasn't I just
being a slut too?

   "Oh yesss...swallow my cum slut.  Yesss...you sucked it out of me, now
take it all down your throat."

   The first spurt hit the back of my throat almost choking me.  James
pulled back far enough that the rest of his juice flooded my mouth.  I
accepted all I could then swallowed, trying to please him by not losing
any. I felt that I had to catch all of his seed.  It was just a feeling I
had.  I wanted to pleased him the best I could.

   The taste was unusual and I found it not too bad.  Matter of fact by the
time I had finished sucking all he had to give me I was searching and
hoping for more.

   After he finished cumming in my mouth he pulled away.  Taking my hand he
led me to the king sized bed and put me on it.  I laid there, naked except
for my stockings and heels.  He spread me out wide...looking around, he
found some bra's in my suitcase, and taking them he proceeded to tie me
up...arms and legs spread wide open.

   Standing back and admiring his work, he smiled at me.

   "I see that you don't shave your cunt.  That's too bad.  I'd like a
clean shaven cunt.  No hairs in my mouth or between my teeth when I enjoy
it.  I think we need to fix that.  Right now."

   "Oh no.  I can't.  Mat...if Mat see's me shaved he'll wonder why I did
that...especially since I've been on a business trip.  I can't do that. 
Please...don't do that to me."

   I was worried that once Mat saw my shaved pussy...he'd flip out.  I
didn't know what I could do though since I was quite securely tied now.  I
was in no position to argue with James on anything he wanted to do at this
moment.  I actually felt a bit scared at that point for the first time. 
The realization that he could do anything he wanted to me right then and
there woke me up to what I had allowed myself to get into.  It also was
turning me on more and more.

   "I think that you will be able to tell your hubby that you shaved it for
him...once you're home you can freshen up the shave and he'll never know
the difference."

   His excuse made for me...he left the room temporarily.  He was back
quick enough...only having been gone long enough to go get the shave kit
from his room I guess.  That whole ten minutes with me being tied up put my
mind in a state of almost unbidden lust.

   For some reason, being tied up and helpless as I was turned me on more
than I would have thought.  My handsome young room service man could have
walked in and taken me...any man could have for that matter.  I was exposed
and helpless and it turned me on like you wouldn't believe.

   The cool shaving cream seemed to electrify my pussy...my cunt as James
was calling it.  By the time he finished shaving me, I had no pubic hair at
all down there.  He even had untied me and bent my legs way back so he
could shave my anus area too.

   As he had shaved me, his fingers seemed to be everywhere.  In my cunt,
in my ass, around my clit...on my nipples, even in my mouth right after he
pulled them from my cunt.  God...I was even referring to my pussy as a cunt
in my mind now.  I had really fallen down a slippery slope.

   "My my my...your cunt looks so...pretty.  The only thing missing is...my
tongue.  What do you think...let me see...you've never sucked a cock before
tonight...so I'll guess...you've never had your cunt licked by a man
either...am I right?"

   "Oh no...that's so nasty.  My cunt is..."

   "Your what?"

   "My cunt.  Oh my God...I'm calling my pussy a cunt now too."

   I was shocked.  I had called my pussy a cunt with my voice.  It had cut
through the air like a knife in butter.  I hadn't even thought...I just
called it what it was...according to James.  I was a slut now for sure.  He
was rubbing my bare cunt.  The oil he was using smelled like it was
flavored or should have been.  I could feel it warming my sensitive area as
he applied it too.  He knelt between my legs, and put his head right in
front of my cunt.  I could feel his hot breath on my clit...and I found
myself wanting to spread even more for him suddenly.

   "Mmmmm...you smell very good.  I'll bet you taste even better."

   "Oh no...please...not that.  No man has ever licked me down there...it's
nasty."

   "You're a slut...slut's do nasty things.  Get used to it...slut.  Slut
Mary.  My slut Mary."

   Just like that I accepted his statement.  After all, I had become his
slut already.  I would do anything for this man...even spend the whole next
week doing whatever he demanded of me.  I knew it, he knew it, and I'm sure
that pretty soon many others would know it too.

   His tongue slipped along my inner thigh and lightly touched my cunt
lips. I was feeling so dirty knowing that a man had his mouth near my
cunt...a man different than my husband.  I felt a shiver of delight course
through me as I realized that I was acting so much like a slut and loving
it.

   His tongue had now entered my cunt delving deeply inside.  His nose
would rub my clit every once in a while, and that extra stimulation would
send shock waves through me.  Pretty soon he added first one finger, then
two, pushing them in and out of me.  I could feel another finger brushing
my ass hole too.

   Having never had anal sex before, I was a bit nervous about the thought
of a cock going up there, but I knew that I was also curious what it would
be like.  I had overheard some co-workers of mine talking about anal sex
once.  They had made it sound like it was the best thing ever once they had
gotten used to it.

   I was soon nearing orgasm.  James had pushed one finger deep into my ass
and now I think three were in my cunt.  His tongue had shifted to lick my
clit in between little sucks.  Those little sucks were almost too much for
me to take at times...his lips would lock around my clit and then he'd
literally suck in...drawing my clit into his mouth.

   Suddenly my orgasm hit me like a freight train roaring down the track
full speed.  As I came I knew that I'd do anything at all for this
man...anything.  Thoughts of my marriage, my husband Matt, my job,
everything else were gone.  All I could think was that I needed more of
what this man had just done for me.

   After I came back to reality from my orgasm, I found that James still
had his fingers inside my holes and his licking had gone to my cunt lips,
staying away from my overly sensitive clit.  My hands were still on his
head pulling him into me though.

   He also began to take the lips of my cunt in between his teeth and
holding carefully onto them, he'd pull away letting those soft folds
roughly slip between them.  That feeling of dragging and slight pulling
back was exquisite.

   He kept it up until I was headed into another orgasm, then suddenly he
stopped.

   I relaxed a bit and he pulled away.  Smiling as he looked into my eyes,
he chuckled.

   "What?"

   "For a lady that has never had her cunt eaten before, nor sucked a cock,
you sure pick up things fast."

   "Well...my teacher is very good at what he's doing to me too.  That has
something to do with it."

   "Nah...I think you've always had it inside of you...you just couldn't
let it out until the right time."

   He had moved up and as his cock head brushed my cunt lips he leaned down
and kissed me on my lips too.  Somehow I felt like I was being kissed by
two different men at the same time.  I once again felt that shiver go
through me and as I returned his kisses his cock slid into me.  He was the
same size as Matt...yet some how he seemed so much bigger.  I was filled
just right as he bottomed out fully inside me.

   "Oh...yes...you're perfect.  Filling me so perfectly.  Just right. 
Ummm...fuck me now.  Fuck my slutty cunt.  Please...fuck me James."

   "Your slutty cunt huh?  Well, my cock is deep in your slutty cunt
now...slut.  My slut Mary.  Feel me...I'm going to cum inside you too.  I'm
going to fill your slutty cunt full to the brim with my cum.  What do you
think about that?"

   "Oh yeah...cum deep inside me...fill me up.  Fuck me. 
Yes...uuhhh...yes....yessss."

   He was fucking me now.  I mean fucking.  His cock was driving in and out
of me hard and fast.  Matt had never fucked me like this.  It was two
people rutting.  A slut and her slut master.  I put my arms around his back
and locked my legs around his butt as he slammed in and out of me.

   I came, then I came again.  Pretty soon I was having a bunch of mini
orgasms and James just kept ramming me with his cock.  It was so different.
Nasty.  I was nasty.  I was being a nasty slut.  Fucking a man in my motel
room that I had met just that day.  God I was a slut.

   When he came I felt his hot cum flooding my cunt.  I came hardest yet at
that moment.  I actually passed out I think.  All I knew was that this
man...James...had shot his cum directly into my unprotected cunt...and I
had begged him to do it.

   "Oh YES...cum in me...fill me up with your juice...so hot...so hot...oh
James...fuck me full.  Make me pregnant...give me your baby.  Yessss...oh
yessss..."

   Yes, I know that I couldn't get pregnant, but saying those words like
that caused me to almost believe that I could get pregnant, and it did
something extra for me.

   Afterwards, resting from the main event, I started to have little guilt
trips.  What had I done?  How could I ever face Matt again?  I had sucked
this man's cock until he shot his cum into my mouth and then I had
swallowed it all like some kind of candy.

   I had let this same man fuck me, and dump his load into my cunt.  Matter
of fact, I had started to call my pussy a cunt now too.  I was even
thinking of it like that.  I had become a slut in one short day.  From prim
and proper to full tilt slut...all in one day.

   I had let this man finger my ass hole and suck my cunt too.  Things that
I had actually yelled at Matt for even mentioning that he wanted to do.  In
my sexually repressed world back then I had really limited our sex lives. I
was thinking of the ways I could now open up for my husband.  Then it hit
me.  How could I?  After the many times of my vehement refusals, how could
I and not let Matt realize that it had taken James to get me to want to do
these things?

   I almost started to cry.  James leaned up on one elbow and must have
seen how I was feeling.  His hand brushed my hair back from my face and he
leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek.

   "You are wonderful.  This has been the most perfect day I've ever had.
Thank you."

   "What?"

   "You have made me the happiest man in the universe.  Someone so
beautiful and so wonderful as you, letting me make love to you.  It has
been an experience that I'll never forget.  Ever."

   "I'll bet you say that to all the other women you have don't you?"

   "All the other women?  What do you mean?"

   "Don't you do this wherever you go?  Check in to your motel or hotel and
then go out and find the first most likely slut to pick up?"

   "Oh Mary...no.  Not at all.  Believe it or not, you are the first woman
I've ever done this with."

   "Yeah..sure."

   "No...really.  I've never been with another woman while on the road
ever, Mary.  I can tell that you've never been with another man on the road
either.  That doesn't make it wrong, it doesn't make it right...it
just...happened.  We were both lonely, both having issues with our spouses,
and now...we have become lovers.  We are great together too I think."

   It took me a moment.  It all hit me suddenly too.  He was going on
calling me Mary, and I had called him James.  False names.  We had fucked.
Like animals, I had sucked his cock and swallowed his seed.  He had ate me
out.  I...and I...had loved every second of it.  I was truly a slut.  I
didn't truly know him, yet I did.

   "So...what's next then?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well James, we've had sex and I've done things with you that I've never
done with my husband, Matt.  What's next?  I seem to be your slut...we have
a full week ahead of us...what's next?"

   "So...you're okay with this then?"

   "Yes.  I felt a bit guilty for a bit...like I lost something important.
But I now realize that what I thought was so important wasn't all that much
of a deal.  I just had the most wonderful time of my life with you.  I've
done things today that I've never thought about doing with Matt...even
having refused to do things like that for him.  Now that I'm a full fledged
slut I guess I need to learn all I can."

   "Do you think that Matt will like the new you?"

   "I don't know.  I hope so.  I'm not sure how I'll bring this out to him
yet, but I hope I'll be able to.  I'd like him to be like you too.  All the
time.  With me that is."

   "I'm sure he'll come around Mary."

   "So...it's early still.  Want to go out dancing or something?"

   "How about we take in a movie?"

   "A movie?"

   "Sure, I know of a little theater where they run movies all night long.
Lets get you dressed up a bit...let me pick out what you'll wear...and
we'll head on over there."

   His idea of what I should wear spun my mind around and twisted it up.  I
couldn't wear that in public...not like he was telling me to anyway...yet I
allowed him to talk me into it.  James was having his way with me...his
slut...and I was allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me.

   He had gone through my things while I was in the shower and when I came
out he had my shortest dress laid out along with a white blouse that was
almost shear.  Where the garter belt and stockings came from I didn't know,
but I guess he had brought them along.  No panties, no bra.

   As I put it all on he helped me, and when the skirt was on me he stepped
back and shook his head negatively.

   "What?"

   "Your skirt...it's too long."

   "God...it only goes to my knees as it is.  That's not too long...that's
almost too short.  Especially since I don't have any panties on.  If the
wind blew just right..."

   "Everyone should see what you have to offer.  You're my slut...remember?
Slut Mary.  MY slut Mary.  I want to show you off...letting other people
see what a hot slut I am enjoying.  You're so beautiful and sexy looking,
other men and some women will be drooling all over you."

   His words caused that familiar shiver to shoot through me.  I knew
before I said another word that I would do what he wanted me to do.  I
would do whatever he asked of me.  God...I had changed so fast...so
much...it scared me yet it excited me at the same time.

   "Well, what do we do about the skirt then?"

   "We...go...SHOPPING."

   "Shopping?"

   "Yep.  Shopping."

   We left the hotel, me dressed as he had directed still, and walked over
to a close by mall.  In there we found a Fredericks of Hollywood and in we
went.  He guided me around as if he knew this whole store intimately well,
making me a bit suspicious of him for the first time.  Matter of fact, he
had walked directly to it like he new because he'd been in here before at
some point.

   When we finally got to the check stand to pay for our purchases, he had
picked out a whole wardrobe for me.  Dresses, skirts, tops, cut-offs,
panties, bras, and other lingerie' items too.

   He insisted on paying for it all, and when the bill came I was shocked.
James was spending a fortune on me.  Well over eight-hundred dollars as a
matter of fact.  I was just stunned that he'd do something like that.

   We went back to the hotel and once in my room he got me really decked
out in a very short time.  As we left I glanced at myself in the mirror.  I
almost backed out.  He had me wearing a short...very short pleated skirt
and a very slinky top.  I could see the straps of my garters below the hem
of the dress as a matter of fact.

   I looked like a hooker...almost.  My breasts...tits were hanging freely
underneath my top and I could see them clearly through the material.  I
could even see the brown circle of my areolas and my hard little nipples
were sticking way out.  The material of the blouse was enticing
them...making them want to stand out.

   "I can't go out looking like this James.  I...I'm too...I look like
a..."

   "You look like my slut Mary.  My slut.  Remember?  You're my slut now."

   "For this week maybe...I guess."

   "No `I guesses' about it.  You're my slut forever now Mary.  Anytime I
want you slut, you will come...won't you...slut?'

   I felt my cunt flood with the realization that he was right.  I'd be his
slut forever now.  He could get me to do things somehow...Matt had never
been this way with me.

   I whispered back to him, while looking at the floor.

   "Yes."

   "Yes what Mary?  Look at me...be proud.  Be proud you're my slut.  That
is what I want.  I want a slut that is proud of being my slut.  Get your
head up and smile at me...be my slut Mary."

   I lifted my head up and looked him straight in the eye.  I had made up
my mind now.  I would be the best damned slut he'd ever seen.  For him I'd
do anything he asked.  I would be the proudest slut I could be.  "YES.  Yes
I'll be your slut.  I will always be your slut James.  Whenever, wherever,
anytime anyplace.  I'm your slut now.  My cunt is yours to do with as you
please...my cunt, my ass, my mouth...all of me."

   "Good.  Lets go my slut."

   We left heading out to the movie theater.  As we got there I realized
that James had a far more different thing in mind that I had for a movie.
It was an adult arcade.  Here I was, dressed showing off my tits and
cunt...because as I walked my skirt would flip up time to time and show
anyone who happened to be looking that I had no panties on...at all.

   As we entered I could hear men around me commenting to either James or
some other guy about what a beautiful slut I was.  I heard one guy ask
James if he shared his slut at all.  His reply shocked me and let me know
that I was in for a ride this week.  I only hoped that I would be able to
survive it all.

   "My slut?  Well, I just might, you never know.  Come on in and sit
nearby...if I get in the mood I just might need some help...if ya know what
I mean."

   James had just become some coarse man that was matter-of-factly offering
me to strangers.  I should have been spitting mad...a few weeks ago I would
have been.  I should have slapped him and stomped off...a few days ago I
would have.  I should have never allowed myself to be talked into dressing
as I was and coming here...a few hours ago I gave up that right forever.

   Now I was standing near naked in front of an adult theater listening to
James offer me up to other men, and my cunt was flooding.  I was thinking
about all that had happened when I suddenly realized that James had asked
or told me to do something.

   "What?"

   "Undo your blouse.  Unbutton it.  Give these fine gentlemen a look at
what you'll be offering inside."

   "I can't do that out here.  I'll get arrested.  I..."

   "You will do as you're told slut.  Undo your blouse.  Show them your
tits."

   His voice had taken a slightly harder tone.  I did as he asked. 
Trembling fingers undid all the buttons on my blouse and then my shaking
hands spread that blouse wide open, baring my tits to all those men.

   One guy stepped in close and cupped one of my tits.

   "Wow...nice and firm.  Look at those nipples, they're all hard and
begging for it.  She's begging for it.  You've got yourself a great slut
here Mr.  She's a keeper for sure.  Great tits too...must be D's if their
anything at all."

   They were C plus, but his words, his calling my breasts "tits' shook me
to the core.  His touch, rough and almost callous did something to me too.
The way he talked about me to James, ignoring that I was a woman...someone
he should be talking to also got to me in a way that had never happened
before.

   His fingers roughly tweaked my nipples before he stepped back.  James
had reached out and taking my hand, pulled me to him.  Kissing me in front
of all those dirty nasty men his hands fondled my tits.  As we kissed I
felt my dress going up in back.  I reached back to find James was pulling
it up.

   I let him.

   Pretty soon my whole ass was exposed, as well as my tits.  I could hear
whistles and cat calls as James grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and
pulled it sideways, exposing my throbbing asshole to their sight.

   "LOOK at that tight little asshole.  God...I want to fuck that one. 
She's tight...real tight.  Shaved cunt too."

   "Yeah...Oh man...I'm going in to watch and join in on using this slut. I
gotta have that cunt myself.  She looks wetter than hell right now.  I'd
bet she'd do us all right out here if her slut master told her to too."

   I knew it.  I would have.  If James had told me to go to my knees and
suck his cock, or any cock for that matter, I would have.  I would.  I
wanted to.  I wanted to be the best slut I could be for James.  Deep inside
I hoped that he would use me that way too.  If he did I only hoped that
Matt and I would be able to survive this.  My having become such a slut.

   Don't get me wrong.  I love Matt with all my heart.  Here though, I had
become what I had so much held back from my world.  I had always wanted a
man to take me and use me however he wanted to.  I had always wanted to be
a slut for some man, just like I was being for James.  I had held it to a
very regulated fantasy world that hardly ever saw the light of day.

   Matt and I had gotten in a rut.  Our marriage had gone so far to ruin
now that I guess I felt I had nothing to lose by doing what I was doing
with James.  I still wanted to love and be loved by Matt though.  I would
still want to be his wife and the good little woman.  I had a war deep
within me now.

   I also wanted to be the slut.  Slut Mary.  I wanted to be used by a
man...any man...several men...all men.  I wanted to please any man
sexually, and in any way I could.  I wanted to be let loose, set loose, to
be with any man my slut master wanted me to be with.

   All these years, since high school, maybe even before then, I had
desires that I had held in check.  Suddenly, in one day this man James had
set me loose and opened my mind up to what I had most desired all my life.
I loved the attention I was getting.  I loved the knowledge that I would
fuck and suck anyone that James told me to.  I loved that I was free to do
that right now too.  I only hoped that I would not or had not lost Matt
forever now though too.

   I knew deep down that if it came to Matt or Mary the slut...Matt would
win out.  I would give up being slut Mary in an instant if Matt threatened
to leave me or dump me because of my sluttiness now.  If I could keep him
after this that is.  If he knew how I was feeling...like James seemed to
know...would he love me the same then?  Could he?  Could he ever accept
that I needed this time to time?  Not all the time but once in a while
could he let slut Mary loose?  I could only hope that things would work
out. For now, for this one week I was going to do whatever James asked of
me though.  I had to do it.  I had to.

   I felt hands on my ass cheeks that weren't James's.  Strange men feeling
and touching me as I was held in James's strong arms.  I moaned softly, but
not so softly that these men didn't all hear me.  Fingers prodded my
asshole and slipped into my cunt.  I was dripping wet too.

   "Oh yeah man...she's wanting it.  Listen to her moaning.  She wants what
we've go to give her."

   James drug me inside, several men were following.  Inside the darkened
theater I could see a woman and four men on screen.  They were all naked
and the woman was taking three men at once while the fourth man stood
beside them, reaching in and playing with her tits.

   James led me down front, all the way to the first row of seats.  There
was a space in front of them of about eight feet and then a stage rose up
about waist high.  That stage went from one side of the room to the other,
and the screen was about ten feet in back of that.

   I could see the men that had followed us in were all sitting nearby
now...many right beside us or right behind me.  James started to work on my
cunt now.  His hand was down there, fingers slipping between my cunt lips,
playing with me.  I was wet.  Real wet.

   My blouse was still undone, and James reached up with his free hand and
pulled it down off my shoulders, removing it from my body when I worked my
arms out of each sleeve.  Stopping his playing with my cunt, the neatly
folded my blouse up and laid it alongside of the arm of his seat.

   He then started to work my skirt down, but one of the men there
whispered to him, begging for him to leave it on me.  I guess he saw how
sexy that would be, so he just pulled it up a bit.  I rose up off my ass to
allow him to do that, not even making him ask.

   My cunt was fully exposed and now some men had moved down in front of us
to squat down and look at me in the flickering lights of the movie.  James
took my right leg and pulled it up and over the arm of my seat, then
reaching across me he did the same with my left leg.

   Here I was, totally topless, and no panties on, skirt pulled up around
my waist, legs spread widely, allowing strange men to stare at my body. 
And I was getting hornier and wetter as time went on.  James's next move
stunned me.  He looked over at the man that had sat next to me, and nodded
at him.

   Hands started to caress my leg, then my cunt.  The guy sitting next to
me had his hands on my body and he leaned over and started sucking on my
hardened nipple of the tit closest to him.  Hands came from behind me to
grasp my other tit and a rough face rubbed my cheek, hot breath on my
lips...and some stranger was kissing me.

   I tilted my head back and accepted the tongue that was forced between my
lips, and at that point I lost any reservations that were lingering in my
mind.  I became one huge nerve ending begging for release.

   At some point James had given up his seat to another man and taking my
blouse he laid it on the stage.  Three men were feeling and kissing my body
while I was still kissing the man standing behind me.  Suddenly I was
picked up and moved.  Fear coursed through me for a second until I saw
James directing the move.

   Laying me on the stage with my legs dangling over the edge, hands took
them up and held me spread wide apart.  Very wide apart.  Everyone could
see my cunt throbbing and the wetness dripping off out of me.

   Several fingers were inside my cunt now, stretching me wide.  I couldn't
count how many, but there were at least four.  Hands were on my tits, on my
legs, holding my arms, and head too.

   Suddenly a cock was thrust at my lips.  I opened my mouth and took it in
without a thought to who it belonged to or anything.  The man was rough,
taking my hair in his hand and pulling my mouth over his shaft.  I choked
for a moment as the head of his cock bumped against the back of my throat.

   Then, magically, his balls bounced off my chin.  I had all of this cock
in me and down my throat.  I wasn't gagging...well not too much and the
longer he held me there like he was, the less I felt the need to gag.  Then
he was fucking my mouth.  Just like it was a cunt, he pounded his cock in
and out.  I kept my lips sealed as tight as I could during it all.

   The next thing I knew a cock was pressing into my cunt.  I moaned around
the cock in my throat and he suddenly shot off.  I choked again for a bit
when his salty cum filled my mouth, but I managed to keep it all in.  As he
pulled out he wiped my face with his cock and then slapped me with it.  I
loved that feeling of soft, firm flesh slapping my cheeks.  I sucked him
back in my mouth and cleaned him off before he disappeared into the
background and another cock was offered to me.

   The man fucking me was ramming fast and hard and I orgasmed as he shot
off inside me.  He pulled out and I could feel my cunt open and the cool
air slipping around my cunt lips.  Another cock was there before I could
enjoy that feeling though and this cock was larger.  It was the biggest
cock I had ever felt.  At first I thought that someone was sticking their
hand into me.

   Looking down between my legs for a second I was shocked to see a large
black man was sticking his cock into me.  Just the sight of his coal black
skin caused me to start to orgasm again.  He made me cum twice before he
was fully inside my cunt.  He didn't slam into me, because if he had I'm
sure the head of his cock would have hurt like hell slamming into my
cervix. He was gentle...well, considering the situation, and his strokes in
and out of my cunt were welcomed.

   Here I was, a married lady, naked on an adult theater stage, getting
cocks stuffed into my mouth and cunt.  I was in a nirvana like state as
cock after cock filled me and then let loose their loads deep inside either
my mouth or cunt.  Cunt...I was calling it my cunt.  God how I had changed
so much in such a short time.  Forgive me if calling my cunt upsets
you...it's just what I have to call it.

   After about six men had used me James stepped in and made them step
back. He asked me how I was doing.

   "Hey Mary...are you okay?  Do you want to keep on going?"

   "I'm fine.  I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow...but I'm loving this
so far.  I won't get arrested will I?  I mean, we are in a public place and
all."

   "Know that big black guy that fucked you?"

   "Yeah?"

   "He owns the joint.  He locked the doors and there are eight or ten guys
in here.  You up for it?"

   "Yes.  I do have to work tomorrow...please keep that in mind."

   "Well, it's nine o'clock now...how about two more hours?"

   "Two...maybe three.  I think I could handle three."

   "Okay.  Midnight it will be princess slut."

   "I am aren't I?  A slut I mean."

   "My slut.  Remember that Mary.  You're my slut."

   "Yes James.  I am your slut."

   My newly shaven cunt was giving me a rush too.  It felt so different to
have a cock in me and the pubic hair of a man rubbing me there.  I felt
more naked than I ever had, naked yet sexy and wanton.  James had oiled my
whole crotch area while talking to me, I guess for extra lube to make up
for the missing pubic hair.  Whatever the reason the oil and the nudeness
of my crotch were helping to drive me even farther into nirvana.

   The men crowded in close again, only this time I was moved onto my knees
farther onto the stage.  One man slid underneath me and I was soon impaled
on his rather large staff.  Another cock, a big black one, was offered for
me to suck and I took it in.  I felt someone rubbing some cool slippery
stuff on my ass then into my asshole.

   The fingers slid inside my asshole easily and pretty soon he had several
fingers up my ass.  Taking a short glance I saw James was getting ready to
take my anal cherry.  That cock in my cunt was driving in and out bringing
me closer to an orgasm and as the head of James's cock rubbed my asshole I
came hard.

   Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm James slid his cock right up my
ass. He was holding still, waiting until I could talk or let him know
somehow that it was all right.  I nodded as I moaned, feeling like a log
had been shoved up there.  There wasn't all that much pain at least not as
much as I had been led to believe.  Maybe I was so loose from all the
fingers before that I just didn't know it though.

   The man under me had cum at some point and he worked out from under us
and another man moved into his place.  This cock was huge too.  As he
filled my cunt up James started to pump my ass.  Somewhere in there I
passed out.  I lost it completely and my orgasm just took me away.  I"m not
sure how long I was out, but when I came to, James was pulling out of my
ass having shot off deep inside me.

   I could feel his hot cum inside me as the cock in my cunt drove in and
out.  I was full.  Very full of cock, but not that full since when James
moved to one side, another cock slid right in where he had just vacated.  A
third cock was offered to my mouth and I was off.

   My gangbang went on until just after midnight.  As I laid there allowing
James and some other man towel me off, I overheard the owner of the theater
talking to James.

   "Hey, you think your slut would like a private party this Thursday
night?"

   "Private party?"

   "Yeah, me and some of the home' boys are having a poker party.  I'd bet
they'd rather be poking her than playing cards.  Might be some cash in it
for you too, if you want."

   "How many and for how long?"

   "Six to eight.  About six hours.  It would be worth quite a bit to me.
They're kind of business partners of mine.  It will help me to sell them on
some ideas I got tonight.  Just tonight as a matter of fact.  Your slut
really opened up my mind here."

   "Well...she's not really a whore..."

   "Hell, I know that.  She liked all the fucking.  Most whores can act
pretty good, but your slut isn't acting...she was begging for it and
cumming all the time.  She loves fucking and sucking."

   "Yeah...she sure seems to anyway."

   "Seems to?  Hell man, she was begging...literally begging for cock for a
while.  She loves it."

   "Well, I'll talk to her and see what she thinks."

   "You need to tell her.  Let her know who's boss."

   "Not how we worked it out.  I could probably do that and she probably
would do what I insisted on...but this isn't totally what you may think it
is.  She is in town on business here.  This slut stuff is just a
side...thing.  Matter of fact, tonight is the first time ever she's done
something like this at all."

   "Yeah...right.  This bitch is a full fledged slut.  She may be
working...but she is still all slut."

   "I'll let you know."

   "Cool man.  Need a ride?  The least I can do for you guys.  After
all...she sucks a mean cock and she took all my cock in her ass too.  No
woman, slut or not has ever taken all my cock up their butt."

   "Sure.  That would be great."

   We got back to the hotel room and James gave me a very loving and gentle
bath before laying me on my bed.

   "I'll check in on you in the morning.  Make sure you're up and ready to
go to work."

   "Thank you James.  I...I..."

   "I know.  Thank you Mary.  You have opened my dreams up and given me a
wonderful gift today.  You are the slut I've always wanted to have.  Thank
you.  I hope that you'll still want to be my slut tomorrow and for the rest
of the week too."

   "Oh yes.  I really want to do that party too by the way.  Don't even
hesitate on that.  Six to eight black men...that is a fantasy of mine. 
Matt doesn't even know about that one.  You do though."

   "Okay.  I'll make the arrangements then.  Good night...slut."

   "You could spend the night with me James."

   "No.  Tonight you need too be with yourself and think of all the
wonderful things you experienced today.  This is your time."

   "Good night...slut master James."

   "Good night my little slut Mary."

   True to his word, James made sure I was up in time to get dressed and
make it to my appointments.  I was tired but managed to get through the
day. My client noticed that I seemed different somehow, and even though I
was dressed in my usual work clothes she could tell something was up.

   "You look different today Donna.  What did you do with yourself anyway?
I can't quite tell what it is, but you look great.  You have a kind of glow
about you."

   "I had a special massage last night.  They took hours to do it too.  It
was wonderful.  Really relaxed me."

   "I should check into that.  I could use a great massage like that."

   "They only do special clients.  I was lucky...a certain gentleman I met
hooked me up with it."

   "Damn...you gotta hook me up with that gentleman.  I'd die for a massage
like that.  You look just...well...marvelous."

   I was thinking that if she knew what kind of massage I had she'd be
shocked and appalled.  I just smiled and let her rave on about my look.  I
did feel different too.  I still had a little guilt over how wild it had
gotten last night though.  My ass and cunt still tingled too.  I was a
little sore, but not near as much as I thought I would be.

   I was also thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before I'd allow
any woman to be with James while I was around.  I found myself being very
possessive of him all of the sudden.  After a little bit of thinking I
realized that I was being very selfish though.  After all, he had shared me
freely...very freely last night.  Could I do the same for him?

   My meetings went well, and since I was so relaxed I think I actually
sold more than I had planned on.  I figured that if having the slut in me
come out like yesterday did so much for my sales I'd have to make it a
regular part of my business trips from now on.  If James were with me that
is.

   That afternoon I called Matt in his hotel room and we talked.  He was
curious why I hadn't called last night so I just told him I had fallen
asleep.  He accepted that and we had a nice loving talk.  When he went to
hang up I asked him if he had ever been with another woman since we'd been
married.

   "Uh...no.  Why that question and why right now?"

   "I just need to know Matt.  You've never been with another woman since
we've been married then?"

   "Nope.  You are the only woman I've ever wanted to be with Donna. 
What's wrong?  Is there something you want or need to tell me?"

   "Oh no.  I just was thinking that we haven't been...together for a long
time...that you must get...well..horny.  I just wondered if you had slipped
before.  That's all."

   He was quiet for a moment, then he opened up.

   "Donna, are you feeling tempted to step out on me?  I know that we've
been having issues and all, but I could never accept you sneaking around
behind my back fucking some guy."

   "Well...no...not exactly...it's just that..."

   "Look, I love you, and only you Donna.  When we get home we need to take
some time off and just be together, the two of us.  I think we have a lot
to talk about.  Are you okay?"

   "I'm fine Matt.  You're right, after this trip we both need a long heart
to heart talk.  Are you okay with everything Matt?  I mean...are we okay?"

   "I hope so Donna.  I really do.  I love you and yes...I'm okay too. 
With everything.  I've just missed you a lot over the last year.  I think
it's time we discussed a change in our marriage too.  We need to do
something before we lose it."

   I was afraid for a moment that he knew...how I had been, how I had felt
last night.  Could he take it?  Could he still love me after the way I
acted and the things I did last night?  Would he still want me after our
talk?  I could only hope so.

   That night James took me out to a few bars and his choice of dress for
me was even more revealing than the night before.  He had me in a long
dress, but it buttoned all the way up from the hem to the shoulder.  I wore
nothing else but garter and stockings underneath it too.

   As we danced he'd undo a button here or there, and after about three
bars and lots of dances, I was showing most of my skin.  Then he let other
men dance with me.  I think he may have been arranging those dances too
somehow.

   Each man took some liberties with me, and I had hands in my dress on my
ass, caressing my tits, and every once in a while a brave soul would slip a
finger into my pussy.  I was dripping wet by the time James decided we
needed to go to a room.  He took me to his room this time, and once inside
he made a house service call for wine and cheese.  I heard him talking
about something else, but missed what he told them.

   As we were making out, I heard a knock on the door and James got up to
get it.  Opening the door two big black men came in and the room service
person followed in behind them.  The room service guy was shocked at seeing
me.  James had undone the rest of my buttons and my dress was on the floor.
I was spread wide laying on the bed, naked.

   The poor kid could only stutter as he tried to open the bottle of wine.
He kept looking over at my clean shaven cunt, and tits.  James took the
wine from him, and turning to me he stunned me with his next direction.

   "I think this young man could use a great tip, don't you Mary?  What
kind of tip could a great slut like you give to this nice young man?"

   The other two men had just stood there quietly until James said that,
then they started to laugh.

   "I'll bet she can think of lots of things to give as a tip to this kid."

   "Yeah...if he gets any harder he'll split his pants wide open."

   It was true.  This kid had quite a package down there, and it was very
hard.  I licked my lips and smiled at him as I moved in closer to his
shaking body.  Sliding up to the edge of the bed I sat up, my tits bouncing
around in front of him.

   "Can I give you a good tip?  Or would you rather have a great tip?"

   His look was precious.  He didn't know whether to run or strip.  I took
that choice away from him a second later.  Reaching out I began to undo the
buttons on his shirt, then I went straight to his pants.  As his pants hit
the floor, my hands were full of one large white cock.

   He wore no underwear and I was slightly surprised when his cock popped
out like it did.  Taking him into my mouth I sucked him deep as I could.  I
then slowly pulled away, keeping my lips tightly sealed around his large
shaft.  Breaking away I asked him again...

   "Now...what will it be...A good tip or a great tip?"

   "Uh...wh...wh...what's the good tip?"

   "This."

   I took his cock back into my mouth and started to suck.  I worked in
more of him and almost had three quarters down my throat before I pulled
off.

   "Wow...if that's the good tip...what's the great tip?"

   I just pulled him up between my legs, spreading them as he moved in with
me...and placing his cock head on the lips of my cunt I smiled at him.

   "Great...is you shoving this huge hot and hard cock all the way up my
cunt.  Great would be you fucking me senseless.  Great would be me sucking
you off after you shot into my hot and wet cunt.  So...what will it be?"

   He didn't answer, he just shoved in.  I laid back, pulling him on top of
me and he started to fuck my cunt hard and fast.  As he did that, the two
black guys each took one of my legs in their hands and spread me wider and
wider.  James was taking pictures as this white kid with a huge cock fucked
me and two large black men held me wide open for him to do that.

   I didn't think anything about the pictures.  I just let them do whatever
they wanted.  That kid fucked me for a long time before he shot off...and
once he came I pulled away and sucked his cock deeply into my mouth.  I
licked and sucked him all clean.  He never went soft either, and as I
sucked he started to moan.

   Moving him up onto the bed I straddled him, laying over him, my head
between his legs, and kept on sucking on his progidous shaft.  I was on my
knees and I felt the bed sag down as someone climbed up behind me.

   I looked back to see one of the black men getting ready to plug my
dripping cunt with his cock.  I shuddered in anticipation, wanting nothing
more than to be stuffed full of cock.  I went back to sucking on my room
service man as a large cock plunged into my open and receptive cunt.

   The kid surprised me when his tongue touched my clit.  Here was a large
black man fucking my cunt and this white kid was licking and trying to suck
my cunt as I sucked his cock.  Nobody had ever done or even talked about
doing something like that with me.

   The thrust from that large black cock drove me fully down on that kids
cock, and the resulting deep throat set him off.  I swallowed and
swallowed, not being able to keep up with his large load, and some of it
ran down my lips and chin.  I could feel the kids lips around my clit
sucking on me.  I came hard at that point.

   As I got back my senses from my orgasm, the kid was starting to move
around.  When I sat up a bit he moved out from under me and then the other
black man slipped in under me.  I grabbed his cock and started sucking
while James got rid of the young man.

   The two black men fucked me for a couple of hours before they finally
got their fill.  They took me together and singly.  They also used my
asshole and cunt how ever they wished.  As they left I saw them give James
something.  When the door closed he turned to me and smiled showing me some
crisp bills all rolled up in a tight wad.

   "Five hundred bucks.  Those guys were clients of mine and you just sold
a rather nice contract for me.  Thank you.  Where do you want me to put
this cash?"

   I was shocked.  James had just officially made me a whore.  He saw the
look I must have had on my face and he moved in close to me.  I was about
in tears.  James was starting to act a bit guilty.

   "Hey...they offered me the cash after the fact.  I guess they figured
that I had paid you...to...well...look, I can't give this back to them
now...it doesn't change you or who you are.  Look at it as a gift for
pleasing two rather large men with sexual pleasures they can't get at
home."

   "I know...it just hit me suddenly.  I'm acting so out of character for
how I have been all my life.  I hope that Matt will accept me after all
this.  I've changed...too much maybe."

   "Look Mary...Matt will love the new you.  Just make sure you love him up
a lot.  He'll love you.  Trust me.  This will have made things better than
they were."

   "I hope you're right James.  I truly do."

   The rest of that evening was spent with James being almost subservient
to me.  It was weird in some ways.  After all, he was my slut master, yet
he made sure I was pleased fully that night.  He gave of himself in ways
that were almost loving of me instead of treating me like the slut I had
become.

   He gave me a full body massage that was very well done.  Using oil and
just right pressure, he kneaded my body into submission.  Then he caressed
me, kissing here and there, finally eating me out to a delicious orgasm. 
Later on he shaved my cunt again too.  Using lots of oil and taking tender
care, he got me smoother than silk down there.

   He went to his room afterwards and I actually was in bed and asleep by
ten-thirty.  The next day my client was all eyes with me again.  She raved
about my look and my relaxed state, and I could only tell her that I had
gotten one more special massage.  She was working on getting who and what
out of me, but I was able to keep her at bay.  If she had any idea at all
she'd have probably dumped me and my company in an instant.  Or worse,
she'd steal away James from me.

   After a rather nice day with my client, I found myself in James arms in
the late afternoon.  His plan was simple.  We went to my suite and after
undressing, we took a nice long bath in the jacuzzi.  That turned out being
a whole different trip.

   He had me sit on his lap, and as the jets of water pulsed around us, his
cock got hard.  I was squirming around, loving the feel of that hard shaft
between my ass cheeks.  He moved around a bit and suddenly slid right into
my cunt.  I rode him, facing away, as his hands played with my tits and
bald cunt.

   I had several orgasms while he held off.  Once we got out of the tub, he
toweled me off, applied some oil to me, and then we got into my bed.  I was
on my hands and knees as he got up on the bed.  My mouth went around his
cock, my lips locking tightly to him.  I sucked him hard, taking all of his
hard shaft in.

   His hands were on my head, my hair wrapped up in them.  I was being a
wanton slut.  I moved faster and faster, taking full long strokes in and
out.  His cock would bump my throat at times, causing me to feel even more
wicked.

   Pulling away from his shaft I began to lick his balls, then behind them.
My tongue slipped across his `taint' and soon was circling his asshole.  I
felt him shudder as my tongue tried to force it's way into his hole.  On my
third attempt I succeeded and wormed my tongue in deep.

   I kept up my anal and cock stimulation until he could take no more. 
Pulling away he moved behind me and began to run the head of his cock from
my asshole to my cunt.  I reached back and taking my ass cheeks in both
hands, spread them wide as I could.

   "Will you fuck my ass please?  I found that I really like it.  I want
you there.  Please?"

   "Oh baby...you know it.  I loved fucking your ass too.  It was so tight
and hot...and so good."

   I felt oil dripping on my ass then his fingers pushing inside me. 
Pretty soon his cock, all slippery and oiled up followed.  He got it fully
inside me and held still, just like that night, waiting for me to get used
to his size back there.

   I began to rock back and forth when I felt the muscles relax and once
again, I was getting my ass fucked.  He fucked me harder and faster as we
went along and by the end I was begging for more.  He finished up by
pulling out and taking his cock in one hand, jacking himself off.  I spun
around and let him blast his cum all over my face and tits.

   As he fell back I followed and took his cock into my mouth, cleaning him
off.  I hadn't been dirty back there since I had taken an enema earlier,
and even though a few short days ago the act of my doing what I was doing
with a cock, let alone one that had just been in my ass would have turned
me off and made me ill, for some reason now it was the perfect thing to do
to show my submissiveness to my slut master.

   Later we got dressed and James took me out for dinner.  As we ate he
would pull on my dress this way or that causing me to expose some part of
my body for the entertainment of who ever happened to walk by or see me
there.  I didn't mind at all.  Matter of fact I started to sit in ways that
were sure to show off my bald bare cunt and my tits.

   We ended up in the lounge in the hotel, having a drink when that room
service guy came in.  He was out of uniform and in blue jeans and a T
shirt. Seeing us he came over and offered to buy us both a drink.  James
surprised me by telling him to meet us in our room in a few minutes with a
bucket of ice.

   In our room James had left me dressed in my short skirt and tube top. 
Nothing else.  The knock at the door was loud and James told me to go ahead
and answer it.  Opening the door without looking out the peephole I found
myself facing the young man and another young man as well.

   "Uh...would it be all right if Tom joined us?  I know I should have
asked...but I just met up with him when I was getting the ice."

   James had stepped up behind me and his voice shook me hard.

   "By all means, come on in.  Do you have any other friends you'd like to
bring in?"

   "Uh...not really.  Your...um...she's so beautiful and all, I hate to
share her, I really do."

   "My slut?  Yes, she is quite beautiful isn't she?  Beautiful and sexy,
and needing hard cock.  Do you two have hard cocks for her?"

   Tom was evidently more the man of the world because instead of telling,
he showed.  Unzipping his pants he exposed a nice circumcised cock.  One
that I could see me getting my lips around.  Both sets of lips.  I found
myself being directed by James to reach out and guide our new friends in.

   Tom had a grip on my ass as my hand closed around his cock, and leading
them in, that grip became fondling.  His fingers slipped into my pussy from
behind, causing me to moan in anticipation.

   "Mary, why don't you do a little dance for us while we get all ready?"

   Turning on some music with a fast beat, he stepped back and put the ice
bucket on a dresser.  I started to dance as sexily as I could and pretty
soon I was stripping off my few clothes.  Tom and who I soon found out to
be Andy, got naked and their hard cocks were making my cunt throb.

   As I finished my dance James guided me to sit on Andy's lap, his hard
cock slipping right into my cunt.  Then Tom got behind me and pretty soon I
was sandwiched between them, Andy pumping my cunt and Tom ramming my
asshole.  I came twice while they fucked me.

   Afterwards I sucked them hard again and they switched.  I wasn't sure
about taking Andy's large cock in my ass, but James applied more oil and
allowed it all to happen.  Tom loved to bite my nipples as they fucked me
and I found that stimulation to be an added bonus.

   After that fuck, they were both used up for a bit, and James seemed to
want me for himself, so taking a hint, they both thanked us and got dressed
and left.  Andy thanked me profusely, finally telling me at the door as I
saw them out that I had been his first.

   "Thank you Mary.  You...you were my first."

   "First slut?"

   "No...first ever."

   "I took your virginity Oh My God!"

   "Yes.  I want to thank you.  I'll remember you for the rest of my life,
that's for sure.  You're so beautiful and so kind to me.  Twice now."

   Kissing me softly on my lips he turned and left.  I was stunned.  I had
no idea that I had been his first ever woman.  I was happy and shocked at
the same time.  He had been a good fuck for a first timer.  Of course,
there had been those other men there that very first time, probably helping
me to not see how new at fucking he really was.

   Once again James bathed me then we made love.  Yes, made love.  I had
fallen for him.  I loved him, unlike the love I had for Matt though.  My
love for James was mostly for how he had brought me out of my shell and
made me a new woman.  I also had feelings for him because of the way he
went out of his way to take care of me afterwards.

   I was troubled with my new found love though.  I thought about it
several ways for most of the night and in the early morning hours I finally
accepted that I could love more than one man in `that' way.  I knew that I
would have to be very careful from now on though since I wanted to love
only Matt and James in this way ever.

   The next day I once more had to put up with my client working on finding
out my secret.  I let slip that I had a certain man that gave me special
time...and it helped me to relax.  She tried to find out who this special
man was, but I was tight lipped.  I didn't want to share James with anyone
else.  Even though he was sharing me with whomever.  I was selfish I know,
but I was greedy too.

   That night was the party night.  James had me dress in the cut offs and
a halter top.  No underwear at all.  Arriving at the address we found a
nice house in a nice neighborhood.  Knocking on the door a black woman
opened it up.  Smiling at me she held out her hands and pulled me in. 
James followed, holding a large bag.

   "June told me that he found some new entertainment for the poker
night...he never told me that she would be so beautiful.  I'm June's
wife...Carlotta.  You must be Mary.  Slut Mary."

   I blushed when she called me that to my face.  She laughed and hugged me
close.

   "Don't be embarrassed.  Hey...my old man owns an adult theater for
Christ's sakes.  I'm pretty open.  Besides, I want to see you in action. 
June was telling me that you really love to fuck.  You ever done another
woman?"

   "Uh...no.  To be honest, I've never done another man other than my
husband until last Monday night.  This all has happened so fast...I..."

   "You're doing this of your own free will...right?"

   The look she gave James spoke volumes.

   "No...I mean...I never knew I had it in me...James brought it all
out...I mean...I allowed him to...I mean...yes...I freely have liked doing
this."

   "Oh good.  Had me worried for a moment there.  So...you're married?"

   "Yeah."

   "James...is he your husband?"

   "Matt.  Matt is my husband."

   "Oh.  Does Matt know that you are...um...being so free?"

   "I don't know.  I'm not sure.  He may suspect...I don't know."

   "How do you think Matt will take learning that you've become a true
slut?"

   "I don't know.  I hope he takes it well.  I truly do."

   "What if he can't accept the new slutty you?"

   "Then slut Mary goes away.  I will not lose my husband if I can at all
help it."

   "Then we better hope and pray that Matt loves the new you."

   "I don't understand...how can you...hug me...smile at me...accept me
into your home when you have to know that...your husband...that..."

   "That you fucked June?  Oh baby...He was so happy to tell me all about
you.  He had always wanted to witness a slut being made.  You made his
whole year.  To hear him tell it you loved every second of it too."

   "I...I did.  I'm so wound up right now I could just fall apart though.
How can you be so...nice to me after I fucked your husband?"

   "It's like I told you dear.  My husband owns a theater that shows
fucking and sucking and other things going on.  We're open to new and
different things.  I love to see him putting his meat in white girls.  He
told me you took all of him up your ass too.  Not even I can do that.  I
have to see you in action girl."

   She leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.  Then she moved her lips to
mine.  I felt a tremor go through her as our lips connected.  Suddenly I
wanted to do more with her than just kiss.  Where this came from I didn't
know...but I really wanted to be with another woman now too.  James had
changed me forever in ways I was still finding out about.

   Our kiss was getting hotter and hotter when June walked in and broke us
up.  I reluctantly let Carlotta's tongue slip from my mouth.

   "Hey there woman...save that for later.  You two will get your chance
later.  Maybe you can clean each other up after a few of the boys have shot
all over you."

   She pulled back from me smiling.

   "I think that we're going to have one hell of a time tonight Mary.  Come
on slut...lets go party."

   I never saw a single card that night.  Only seven large black cocks and
one huge black cock, and one white cock.  I also got my first taste of a
wonderful black cunt too.  Those guys fucked us and fucked us.

   James even fucked Carlotta too.  I was a bit jealous to see him stick
his cock in her, but who was I to argue?  After all, at that time I had
three cocks in me.  Three large black cocks.  I will say that James seemed
a bit guilty afterwards.  We talked about it on our way to the hotel that
night too.

   "You fucked Carlotta."

   "Yes.  I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.  She looked so...hot.  All
sweaty and naked...and..."

   "Black?"

   "Yeah...that too.  There is just something about the skin color
difference."

   "Yes...there is.  Why are you so guilty about it though?"

   "Well...I mean...I've been with you and then suddenly I threw her into
the mix...didn't seem right for some reason.  It's not like I planned it,
and it just happened, but still, I feel that I should be...faithful to you.
Stupid isn't it?  I mean, both of us acting like we are and I feel a need
to be faithful to my slut?"

   "You've got me fucking half the country...and you fuck one black gal and
it didn't seem right suddenly?  That's weird.  I will say for some reason I
was jealous for a minute though.  I'd rather you didn't fuck any other
woman.  I know it sounds hypocritical and all, but I can't help myself.  I
saw you with her and I was jealous."

   "Well, we didn't talk about it beforehand.  I think I know what you mean
though and it won't happen again, unless you want me to.  I guess that I
forgot that our situation is a bit different than...I mean...both of us
being married and all..."

   His voice drifted silent as reality hit us both.  What were we doing? 
We were fucking around on our spouses...enjoying it too.  Where would this
all end up?  How had this all come about?  Where had the slut in me been
all this time and how had James released it in me as he had?  Better yet,
why had I been so jealous after his having given so much to me as he had? I
didn't after all, own him.

   We were quiet all the rest of the way back to the room.  James spent the
night with me, holding me in spoon position.  In the morning his hard cock
poking me caused me to accept him inside my cunt without a thought of who
or what.

   We fucked...actually I think we were making love.  It was way different
than the other sex that we'd been having all week.  Maybe it was because
today I went home to Matt, and we may never see this part of ourselves
again.  Whatever the reason it was a long sweet and loving fuck.  We made
love.

   As we made love he seemed ready to start to talk, but I didn't want to
hear what he was going to say.  I knew what it would be and I couldn't bear
the thought of hearing him tell me goodbye forever.  I hugged him to me the
best I could and kept my lips on his.

   Then when we finished up, I sucked him hard, and taking the time I had
left, kept on sucking him until he filled my mouth with his cum.  We
showered up and James left, telling me that he'd enjoyed meeting me and
being with me.  He also thanked me for being his slut like I had.  I
thanked him for allowing me to be his slut and for giving me so many great
memories.

   "Thank you Mary."

   "For what James?"

   "For being my slut.  You've been the perfect dream slut for me and I
will always remember this time and hold it in my heart."

   "Well, I will never forget this time either James.  You brought me into
a whole new world, one that I had hid from for far too long.  We will see
each other again though, won't we?"

   "I...I don't know.  I would love to, but there are so many things
between us, things that could cause issues we couldn't handle.  I'm not
sure if we should ever meet again.  I would love to, yet I am afraid."

   "Well, you changed me fundamentally you know.  My husband Matt will have
to deal with the new me now.  I hope you know that I feel it has been a
change for the best though, and I would love to meet up with you again
sometime, somewhere."

   I caught a glimpse of him at the airport before I boarded my flight and
then I was home.  Home to an uncertain future and marriage.

   I stopped by work on my way home from the airport.  There I completed my
contracts and some other paperwork.  I had to go through my purse at one
point and came across that tight roll of cash, my first `tip' for services
provided.  It brought a rush to me that hit me sudden and deeply.

   Then it hit me harder yet, and that was a chilling thought.  What had I
done?  When I saw Matt next I would be a cheating spouse.  I would have
been with other men...not `a man' but other men.  How would we deal with
that.  I was going to tell him, I had no choice.  I had to let him know
what I was thinking.

   I had high hopes that Matt would be home when I got there, but that was
not to be.  His flight was supposed to have gotten in this morning before
mine, and his not being here caused me to wonder what was going on in his
mind?  I sat at home for three hours, and just when I was about to give up
that Matt would make it home tonight, he walked in.

   He had been drinking, and the cab driver had to help him inside.  As he
stood there he smiled at me then told the cab driver that I'd give him the
tip.  He kind of leered when he said that and I was unsure what was going
on with him.  I knew what kind of tip James would have had me giving that
cab driver, and I wanted to do that too...deep inside, but this was not the
time nor the place.

   "Hey there buddy.  Thish ish my wife.  She'll give you a good tip...or a
great tip...hah hah hah.  Great tip...get it?  Hah hah hah."

   "Yeah right.  Look lady, he was like this when I picked him up.  I'm
sorry that I brought him to you in this condition, but it's what I do, ya
know?"

   "I know.  Thank you anyway.  What do I owe you?"

   "He paid the fare already.  Whatever you think is fair for a tip would
be up to you."

   I handed the driver a twenty and got him out of there.  I assisted Matt
into the living room where he collapsed on the couch.  When I looked into
his eyes I saw the look of a haunted man.  Something was wrong with him and
he was having a hard time dealing with whatever it was.

   "Matt...why are you drunk?  Why?"

   "It was just supposed to be one little drink dear...then the next thing
I knew I had a few more than one little drink.  Guess I had a lot on my
mind.  You, me, us...all of it."

   "Obviously.  We need to talk, but it can wait until tomorrow.  I can't
imagine talking to you in your condition now."

   "Yes dear."

   He laid down on the couch and was passed out cold in seconds.  I got a
bowl and some towels just in case he got sick during the night then I
showered and went to bed myself.  I was troubled with the condition Matt
had shown up in.  Why had he felt the need to get so drunk today of all
days?  Was there something more serious going on with him?

   I overslept the next day, usually I was up and about by seven on
Saturdays, but today I slept in until nine.  When I got up to shower I
discovered that Matt must have showered already since the shower was still
dripping with water.  Not too much before me anyway.  At least he had left
me lots of hot water.

   After stepping out of the shower I dressed in sweats and walked out to
the kitchen.  Matt was making breakfast, and considering how he must have
felt after last night I was surprised.  There was an envelope where I
usually sit, a large brown one.  As I sat down I looked at him
questioningly.

   "We need to talk about those pictures Donna."

   "Pictures?"

   Suddenly I had a hard kernel of fear inside.  Why would Matt bring up
some pictures now...unless they were pictures of what I had been doing this
week while not working?  How had he got them so fast anyway?  I didn't know
what to think, so I sat there waiting for the rest of the story to come
out.

   "Yeah.  Those pictures have changed our lives together.  We need to talk
and then we need to decide what it is you expect and what it is I expect
from our marriage.  We should have had this talk long ago Donna.  Long,
long ago."

   He sat my plate of bacon and eggs down and as I started to pick at it,
he fixed his own plate.  Sitting in his place he just looked at me.  He
looked scared, angry, hopeful and something else, something I just couldn't
quite place.  I was getting more nervous the longer he just sat there
without speaking.

   Picking at his food he ate slowly.  I'm sure he had no appetite due to
his drinking the night before.  I had no appetite due to that envelope and
what it contained.

   His voice cut through the silence.

   "So.  Are you going to be Donna for me or are you going to be Slut
Mary?"

   I was stunned.  I didn't know what to expect now at all.  Calling me
slut Mary in my home seemed so dirty and nasty I just melted.  Tears
started to fall down my cheeks as I looked at my husband.  He gestured to
the envelope.

   "Might as well take a look."

   I opened it up to find pictures of me.  With men.  Many men.  From the
theater to the party.  James had gotten lots of pictures I didn't know
about even.  I looked happy and even needful of all those men.  I looked to
be in my element.  I looked like the slut I was.

   Crying, unsure of where Matt was headed now, I could only say one thing.

   "I love you Matt.  No matter what I love you."

   "I know you do Donna...Mary...I know you do."

   "What is it you want Matt?  Is this why you were so drunk last night? 
Was it the pictures?"

   "Not really the pictures, more of how you looked in them than anything.
You really loved what you were doing.  You really like fucking all those
men.  I could see the look you have in them and it shocked me to my core."

   "I could lie and say that I was drunk or that it isn't how I really
am...but I can't do that to you.  I found...deep inside of myself, a
desire. Many desires.  James brought them out in me, and God help me, I'd
do it at the drop of a hat for James again too."

   "James did all that?  He got you that way?"

   "Not really.  He brought it out in me, and perhaps if James hadn't come
along, someone else would have.  I am so happy that it was James that did
it though.  James set me free Matt."

   "So...say James showed up on our doorstep right now...would you do
whatever he wanted?  Regardless of being home or not?"

   "Yes.  I would.  If James showed up where I work I'd do whatever he
wanted.  If he showed up here I would follow his demands.  I can't explain
it Matt...Matthew...I love you.  I really do.  James...it's different but I
love him too.  He makes me do things, things that I think I've held buried
for a long time.  I want to please James.  I don't want to lose you in the
process though.  I told her...Carlotta, that if Matt couldn't handle my
slutty ways, I'd give them up...forever if necessary.  I love you Matt, and
I won't lose you because I'm such a slut.  I will not be a slut if you
can't accept it."

   " It appears that I've lost you to James then.  I'd be holding you back
then.  I have never looked at a picture of you where you looked so happy or
so fulfilled as those right there.  Where do we go from here?"

   "That is up to you Matt.  Matthew.  Matthew James Jones.  I love you
with all my heart.  If you want to let James rule our marriage, then so be
it.  If you hate James then put him away and be Matt...I will accept
whatever you want Matthew.  Only because I love you did I allow James to
put me where he did.  I discovered things about myself I didn't know about
me in the process.  James brought out the slut inside me.  He opened the
bottle.  Only you Matthew...you...can stop the bottle up.  Only you Matt."

   "So...if I let James have his way...permanently...you'd be okay with
that?"

   "As long as you love me Matt.  As long as James and you love me, I'll do
whatever you want."

   "I pushed you rather hard that first night didn't I?"

   "Yes.  I allowed it too.  Remember that...I let you push me.  When you
told me your name was James I knew you were trying to tell me something. 
That's why I told you my name was Mary."

   "I know.  At first I just wanted to try to pretend like I was picking
you up...then...I don't know...something deep inside me cut loose.  I was
afraid that in the light of the day today I'd find that you hated me for
putting you in the situations I did Donna...I was afraid."

   "You shouldn't have been.  You were there, watching me, taking care of
me, holding my hand when I was nervous.  You pushed me, yes...but I wanted
it too.  What does this mean for our marriage though?  Have we opened up a
large can of worms now?"

   "I don't know Donna.  I do know that I love you more than ever.  Even
after watching you with those men...matter of fact, because you were with
those men so free and willing.  I should probably be ashamed for doing
those things to you.  I could have lost you at any time, forever.  I would
have had only myself to blame for it too.  When those two guys gave me that
money afterwards...the look you had...I was afraid that I had gone too
far."

   "It caught me off guard...that was all.  Look Matt...James brought out
things deep inside me that I didn't know still existed.  James made me
realize that what we have is so special that I can't live without you.  If
you feel that being James as you did will become a problem, then don't act
like him again.  If you can forgive me for how I acted for James, then we
will remember this week and I will never act like slut Mary again. 
However...if you think that James has a place in our marriage...or if you
think that James should always rule the roost...then bring him out and keep
him.  I'll do whatever I can to please you...only you Matt.  It doesn't
matter if you are James or if you are Matt...I loved being the slut for
James...but I can be the gentle sweet loving wife that I always have been
for you Matt...I can do both...I could be a slut for Matt as well. 
Whatever you decide."

   "Why?"

   "Why what?"

   "Why did you let me direct you like that?  Into doing those things?  You
never once argued with me.  Matter of fact you acted like I was a different
person entirely.  We'd never even so much as hinted at anything like this
in the past."

   "Well, you called yourself James first...that may be your middle name,
but I never call you that.  When you told me your name was James, with that
hesitation...I figured you wanted to play a game.  You wanted to pretend to
be a stranger that just met me.  Matt...I love you.  Our marriage was
headed to a bad place.  Matter of fact I figured that you were ready to
leave me.  Our sex life was in the pits...we hardly saw each other
anymore...we were drifting apart."

   "Yeah.  That's true.  That's why I said what I did at the airport.."

   "Well, when you started to push...I had a moment when I thought I
couldn't do it...then I realized that if I didn't I could lose you.  It was
more than the clothes, it was the idea behind those clothes.  I couldn't
live without you Matt.  Even though we had drifted apart...I still wanted
to be with you...to love you...to be your loving wife.  Then, you changed
everything...the theater...the clothes...my God...you spent eight hundred
dollars on clothes for me that I can't wear around my family when we visit.
I knew then that you were going to push both of our limits...so I went
along.  How it ends up now...that scares me.  I love you and I don't want
to lose you I also don't want you to lose respect for me either.  After
all, most wives wouldn't be caught dead in the outfits you made me
wear...most wives wouldn't have done the things that I did either.  I truly
became a slut for you.  I really did."

   "You still love me?"

   "Oh yes Matthew James...I really do."

   I ran to him and hugged him.  My chair teetered for a moment before
crashing onto its back on the floor.  His strong arms around me, he pulled
me close and sat me on his lap.  Kissing, we just held each other. 
Breaking apart, he looked into my eyes...a smile played across his handsome
face.

   "You are overdressed...slut."

   I went wet.  I mean...I flooded my cunt completely on those four words
spoken in `that' voice.

   "What should I wear then...James?"

   "I want you to wear that short red skirt...the white top...no bra...no
panties...the red stockings and garter belt...the short white socks, and
those spike heels we got at Fredericks of Hollywood."

   As he spoke I felt his cock hardening.  I was rocking back and forth on
it as he described each thing he wanted me to wear.

   "Oooohhhhh...you want slut Mary back then do you?"

   "No...I want slut Donna.  I will be Matt, you will be Donna...and this
will be our life...at least for a little while."

   "Can slut Donna break in her new slutty self by sucking your large hard
cock then Matt?"

   "Only if slut Donna can swallow a rather huge load of cum."

   "Slut Donna will be more than happy for the appetizer Matt."

   "One thing Slut...you will only be my slut...correct?"

   "Oh yes my husband.  I will only ever be your slut."

   "I will reward you time to time with other men...and women for that
matter...but mostly I want you to myself."

   "What you want I want Matt.  I love you."

   " I love you too Donna.  With all my heart."

   "Well, right now I want all your `hard'."

   "You got it slut."

   "Tell me one thing Matt.  Will you let James come out and play while we
are at home in our hometown too?  Where we grew up?"

   "I think that could be arranged.  Maybe.  James will have to be very
discreet of course...we both have family that would have a cow if they saw
James and Mary acting as they can."

   "Yes...but Mary may need to come out quite a bit for a while.  She's
been hidden away for a long time."

   "I figured that.  James will come out time to time then.  Hopefully Mary
will play well every time too."

   "Then when Mary has had enough?"

   "James goes away and Matt takes care of Donna."

   I slid down and undid Matt's pants.  Taking his cock, fully hard and so
hot in my hands, I started to suck.  Licking and sucking until he shot his
first load all over my face.  I then used his cock to wipe my face clean,
sucking all that cum off each time it scrapped up enough to lick off.

   Matt was fingering my cunt as I cleaned him up.  Pulling on my ass he
sat me in his lap, pushing my sweatshirt up over my tits and started to
lick and bite my nipples.  I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head.  He
sucked and licked to his hearts content.  I felt his cock swelling under my
ass and rising up I let him pull my sweat pants down to puddle on the
floor.

   Picking me up he carried me into our bedroom and laid me on our bed. 
Crawling up between my spread legs he licked and sucked his way right to my
cunt.  As his lips touched my cunt lips I came.  When his tongue entered me
down there I came again...and he ate me to several more wonderful climax's
after that too.

   Later as his cock rammed in and out of my cunt he started to talk to me.

   "So slut...Mary.  I have some clients coming in next week.  They are
looking to hook up with a hot chick.  Said something about wanting to fuck
her ass off.  You think you will be up to being my slut next Thursday?"

   "For you?  Any day...James."

   "These clients...two large black guys...that going to be a problem?"

   "No."

   "I'll be there too.  I may join in this time...that going to be a
problem either?"

   "The more the merrier."

   "What if they want to double team you?"

   "Hey...they already did...didn't they?  Should be no problem."

   "So...you'll fuck two black men at once...and then let me fuck you too?"

   "I'll expect you to be right in there fucking or having me suck you off
while they are fucking me too...dear."

   "What if I have some clients from Mexico or...Asia some time?"

   "White, black, yellow, red...it doesn't matter dear.  I'll fuck who
ever...where ever, and how ever you want me to fuck, suck or just act."

   "God, you're such a slut."

   "Yeah?  Well, I'm your slut...don't you forget that dear."

   "How could I forget something like that?"

   Ramming into my cunt he began to shoot off.  His hot cum flooding my
cunt caused me to have the biggest orgasm yet.  Afterward we laid there
soaking up each others love.  Yes...our marriage had definitely changed
now. Hopefully for the better.  At least we were working in a direction we
both could work and live with so far.  As I said before too...if Matt ever
decides that he wants me to be the good wife...I will stop being the slut
in an instant.  For him.  Only for him.