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Subject: {ASSM} Making A Slut His Wife, and My Wife His Slut (MF,FF, wife, cheat,  slut, ws, oral, anal, preg, nc?)
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MAKING A SLUT HIS WIFE, AND MY WIFE HIS SLUT
BY LARRY TWITMORE

   I once told my wife that there are two kinds of sluts.  The first
kind are women who love to fuck and aren't afraid to be themselves.
They fuck whoever they want to.  The second kind, by contrast, fuck
whoever wants to fuck them.  The first kind are aggressive, the second
passive.  For the first, slut is meant as a compliment, and for the
second, as an insult.
   Our friend Michael's new wife, Lynda, squarely fell into the second
category.  It was no secret among our circle that she sleeps around,
and she had even made separate passes, both declined, at myself and my
wife (we're strictly monogamous, though as you'll soon see that
doesn't stop our imaginations from running a little wild).  Lynda is
not well-liked, and it's not just because she's promiscuous.  She
doesn't work and spends too much of Michael's money.  She doesn't keep
house very well, if at all: dishes are piled up and their furniture
reeks of dog urine.  She herself seldom washes.  She's a filthy little
bitch, and she's about as dumb as a pile of rocks.
   But there is something about that second kind of slut that can
still turn a fella on, and my wife knows this.

   My wife and I are trying to get pregnant, and so we make love every
night during her fertile period, right after I get off from work.  To
hurry the process along, we often tell each other stories about
fucking other people, and on the way home last night I concocted a
doozy about one of my cousins.
   As soon as I got home, I went upstairs, plunged my dick into her
hot pussy, and asked her how old she thought that cousin was.  "She's
eighteen, isn't she?"
   "No," said my wife, "I think she's fifteen.  Maybe sixteen, but
probably fifteen."
   "Could we have her over for dinner tomorrow?  So I can fuck her
after?"
   "You're going to fuck your fifteen year old cousin, baby?"
   "She'd love it.  I'd just bend her over the table and stick it in
her tight pussy."
   "I doubt her pussy's tight," said my wife with a smirk.  Usually
this would serve as an invitation for me to expound upon her
sluttiness, but there was something about my wife's smile that just
cracked me up.  And when I crack up, I have trouble maintaining my
erection.  My wife knew this, and so she proceeded to save the day. My
hero!
   "I was over at Lynda's this afternoon," said my wife. "Let myself
in with the spare key.  And I found out that it wasn't the dog that's
been peeing on their couch."
   "Who was it?"
   "It's been Lynda all along," said my wife.  "I caught her doing
it.  She was sitting on the couch with her legs spread apart, not
wearing any panties, just sitting there and pissing on herself.  And
you know that their bathroom is just down the hall.  She's just a
lazy, filthy bitch, and so I thought I should teach her a lesson."
   "Did you spank her?"
   "No, even better.  I pissed in her face.  I took off my pants and
my panties and got up on that smelly couch and put my pussy in her
face, and of course the dumb slut started to lick it, and that's when
I pissed in her mouth and all over her nose and her chin and her
cheeks.  She started to pull away and I grabbed her by her stupid dyke
haircut and held her against my hot little cunt.
   "Now you know what the couch feels like, I said, and then I still
had hold of her hair, and so I pulled her by her hair down the hall to
the bathroom.  She kicked and screamed but I forced her into the
bathroom and talked to her like she was a child. 'This is a toilet,
this is where you piss.'  And, you know, I just couldn't stand the
smell of her, so I turned on the shower and she freaked out."
   "Yeah?"
   "Totally freaked out, like she hadn't washed in a whole month.  And
so I pulled her ratty little t-shirt off and dragged her naked ass
into the tub.  She kept trying to leave, and so I started fingering
her pussy to make her stay.  I made her wash herself for the first
time in weeks, and I told her if she didn't I was going to stop
playing with her pussy.  And you know what a horny slut she is."
   "Did you put your fingers in her ass?" I asked, my cock tightening
in anticipation of her answer.
   "Of course I did, my love," said my wife.  "Oh, she fucking came
right then and there.  And then I pulled my fingers out of her ass,
and it was clean, thank God, but it smelled, you know, like ass.  So I
put my fingers in her mouth and made her suck on the taste of her own
asshole."
   "Oh, God, yes," I said.  "Did she gag?"
   "She did," said my wife. "It was awesome.  So, I finally had her
washed, so it was time to teach her how to be a wife instead of a
whore.  The first step was making her wash, then I had her put on make-
up so she looked good for her man, and then I took her into the
kitchen, both of us completely naked, and filled up the sink with
soapy water so she could do the dishes.  We each had a pair of rubber
gloves on, and I started fondling those big tits of hers, those big
tits that you're always staring at, started fondling them with the
rubber gloves.  Apparently it made her tits hurt, but I wasn't
listening to the stupid bitch.  'If you ever want me to finger your
ass again,' I said, 'you have to wash the dishes'."
   I was starting to get a bit restless, as, the rubber gloves aside,
washing the dishes wasn't exactly my idea of an erotic encounter.
   My wife, as always, picked up on this.  "And then Michael came
home.  I heard his car.  Her husband came home, and I told her that I
was going to hide in the other room and play with my pussy, but that
as soon as he came in the door she was to get on her knees and deep-
throat his dick.  And she did."
   "How, how big?"
   "Oh, his dick was huge, sweetie," said my wife.  "I almost came
just looking at that big fucking monster-cock.  And he just shoved it
down her pretty little throat.  But then you know what that bitch
did?  That vindictive little bitch.  She stopped sucking her husband's
dick and told him that she had a surprise for him.  And the surprise
was me."
   "That's surprising."
   "I was surprised," she said.  "Lynda grabbed me by my hair, just
pulled on my beautiful long hair, and then bent me over their dining
room table.  I tried to get up but she pressed me back down.  And then
she said," and here my wife did a great impression of Lynda, "she
said, 'I want to fuck this horny bitch in the ass.'  That's right!  In
my ass!"
   I've been wanting to fuck her in the ass for a long time.  She
knows how to push my buttons, this one.
   "And you know what, I loved it," said my wife.  "He just fucked it
so hard and so fast with his big dick, just shoved it up inside of
me.  God, if I had known it was going to feel so great, I would let
you fuck my ass every day.  Of course, his dick is a lot bigger than
yours.  I don't know if you could fuck my ass hard enough.  How hard
would you fuck my ass if you had the chance?"
  "Oh, so hard, baby, so hard."
   "Fuck my pussy right now, fuck it the way you'd fuck my ass.  Prove
to me you can fuck it good enough and maybe I'll let you."
   I started humping her like crazy, pounding her cunt harder and
harder, faster and faster.
   "Oh, yeah," she said, "you fucking my ass, baby?  You fucking it
hard?"
   "What does it feel like?"
   "It feels like you're fucking my tight little asshole," said my
wife.  "But promise me you won't do what he did next.  Because it was
so humiliating."
   Oh, wow, I thought, there's more.  I slowed down my pace, desperate
to get as much of the story as possible.
   "Lynda said, 'This bitch,' I can't believe she called ME a bitch,
'this bitch made me taste my own ass'."
   "Oh God," I said.  "He put it in your mouth?"
   "You tell me," she said.
   "He put it in your mouth and made you suck the taste of your own
ass off his big dick," I said.  "He shoved it down your throat and you
loved it, no, you hated it, it was so humiliating but it turned you on
too.  And Lynda still had her gloves on, and she was feeling up your
tits just like, just like you felt up her tits, and she was tugging on
your jugs while her husband fucked your mouth."
   "That's right, lover," said my wife.  "Are you sure you weren't
there, watching?"
   "I wasn't," I said.  "You'll have to tell me what happened next."
   "What happened next, is he fucked my pussy," said my wife.  "My
fertile, fertile pussy.  He shoved his big unprotected dick in there.
First he put me on the floor and then hoisted my legs in the air,
wheel-barrow style, and he stood up and pointed his dick down and slid
it down into my pussy.  And I told him I was fertile, and he kept
fucking me anyway.
   "And then Lynda laughed, and she squatted over me with her fingers
on her pussy.  And I thought she wanted me to lick it, and her
husband's big dick was making me so horny that I really didn't have a
choice, I just had to lick her hot pussy.  But...
   "She pissed on me, instead.  She sprayed her piss all over my big
soft tits and my face and my mouth, and it tasted so awful, it got in
my hair.  Can you imagine it, sweetheart?  Can you imagine the way I
looked hanging upside down with Mike's cock fucking my pussy and
Lynda's piss all over me?"
   "Oh, God, yes," I said.  "Oh, I'm getting so close to cumming."
   "Michael came in my pussy," said my wife.  "He pumped all that cum,
and it was an awful lot of cum, deep into my... uterus."
   "Oh, God," I said.
   "He probably knocked me up.  And Lynda wanted to make sure he
knocked me up, so she grabbed a pair of her filthy, piss-stained
panties and she slid them over my legs to try and keep the cum from
seeping out.  And she got one of her ratty t-shirts and told me to get
out.  Wearing just the panties and that see-through t-shirt, not even
letting me wash the piss off my face.
   "I want you to think about my tits, baby, think about how they'd
look plastered with piss in a tight see-through t-shirt with my
nipples all hard from being fucked.  Does that turn you on?"
   "Yes."
   "But before I left, Mike stopped, and went into his pants and
pulled out his wallet.  And then he pulled out two five dollar bills
and four ones, and he just threw them, just threw me at me. And they
fluttered to the ground, and you know what I did?
   "I dove right to the ground and scooped them up, frantically.
Fourteen dollars for three holes.  My ass, my pussy, my mouth,
probably knocked me up, for fourteen dollars.  That sounds about
right, doesn't it?  For a cheap whore like me?
   "I was thinking that's a way I could make some extra money," said
my wife.  "You could dress me up in a tight shirt and miniskirt with
no panties and some, some fishnets, and I could put on slutty make-up
and you could find complete strangers to fuck all my holes for pocket
change.  I mean, I probably could charge a lot, but I know that deep
down I'm a cheap whore who gets off on letting other men fuck me and
abuse me for just a few dollars."
   Somewhere during that last sentence, I started cumming.  I groaned
and collapsed on my wife.
   "So," she said with a wry smile, "that's how far I had to push it?
That's what finally did it for you?"
   "No," I said, mock-innocently, "I just wanted to get my sperm in
there as soon as possible so there's at least a chance it's my baby
instead of Michael's."
   She burst out laughing and slapped me.  "You're a jerk."
   "I love you, my darling."
   "I love you too," she said.  "Now hold me."
   "Always."

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