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I wrote this for a friend yesterday with a hot wife named Suzanne. Much of the action is based on what he likes her to do and the rest is me filling in the blanks. I hope you enjoy!!!

Suzanne’s Slutwife Weekend ….. by cyote57 June 2016

Hubby’s Story

Earlier this week, I had told my wife, Suzanne, that she had been rented for the weekend. I like to give her plenty of time to get prepared and get her mind wrapped around her performances. Suzanne has been my hotwife / slutwife / submissive petwife since we were practically first married a long time ago. I learned that she was a very submissive woman before we were married when the first time we had sex, she came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but stripper platforms and a collar and leash. When we got to the bedroom, there was a blindfold and handcuffs on the bed. I felt like I had hit the girlfriend lottery and within a few months we were married. After our honeymoon, we came back to settle in to our new apartment and I casually mentioned to her one night that one of the guys I knew from the bar had said she was very sexy. I figured she was going to tell me to tell him thanks, but instead she asked me, “do you want me to fuck him?” That was the first time I offered my wife to another man.

Over the years we expanded our play as she grew into the role of slutwife. We would go to bars in parts of town where we weren’t known and she would dress very provocatively, always in miniskirts and slutty heels… “cum fuck me pumps” we used to call them. We’d sit at the bar and Id tell her to let her skirt rise up her legs to show off her sexy thighs. Suzanne has a body just built for sex… nice boobs, feminine waist and hips and a gorgeous, touchable, kissable, spankable ass. Most of all, she has a mind that’s wired for sex. No matter what I want her to do, she’s never said no… in fact she told me one night in bed that she was giving me the word, “no” as a present and she’d never use it again. It was reserved for me only. For a few years, I tested the limits of her “no” present… and she never once asked for it back. She went with me into adult theatres wearing slut heels and lingerie under her coat. She took road trips in the nude… she stripped at amateur night… and she fucked, with great pleasure and enthusiasm, anyone I brought to her. Her body was my playground and I used it and gave it away as it pleased me … and tried to always remember to take care of it and not to let anyone or any group get too carried away with their desire.

Eventually one Christmas eve, she gave herself to me as my present. She wrapped herself in a big red bow, put on one of her favorite collars and cuffs sets, chained a pair of slut platforms to her ankles, and taped a card to her boob before putting on one of her favorite blindfolds and laying herself under the Christmas tree. I opened the card and it read…. “My Darling… I wanted to give you the best of everything I have this Christmas to thank you for the years of love and pleasure you’ve given me. From the moment you first read this card and for the rest of our lives, I am your slave. Use me, enjoy me, share me, sell me or give me away as you wish. You own my body, you own my mind… you own my entire being.”

I read and reread the card until I had the words burned into my memory. After I was able to put the card down, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom where I gently unwrapped her and we made love for the rest of the night. When we woke the next morning, she started her new life as my slave. I really didn’t care about any aspect of that relationship between us except in the context of a sex slave. She had been my hotwife for so long, I had to really think about what difference there was between a hotwife and a sex slave. Over the years, she had always performed as I had asked her to… with men and women both. The word “no” had been erased from her vocabulary a long time ago. So I wasn’t exactly sure what difference there would be… perhaps we would just go on as we always had done, living life as a couple and enjoying her sex performances. Still… I wanted to find a different level for her, a way to let her feel inside that she was, in fact, a slave now and not just a very hot wife.

To begin with I had her stop wearing any clothes in the house. When she was indoors, she was completely nude… not even jewelry. I wasn’t sure that this would make her a slave any more than anything else I might do with her, but she seemed to find her grounding in it and as soon as we would walk through the door, she would very efficiently remove every stitch of clothes and jewelry and come to stand in front of me completely nude for my inspection. After a few weeks of standing for inspection, she began to drop to her knees and spread her legs, placing her hands behind her neck and tilting her head back with her mouth open. Now that was very hot... I loved it. She told me she had done a web search for sex slave positions and she had seen this one and had practiced it until she thought she could perform it well for me.

That was a bit of an ice breaker and we spent quite awhile at night in bed looking at internet pages for sex slave wives and the things they did. It was a great idea and I give her credit for thinking of it. Over the next several months, she perfected the art of being a sex slave. She was always perfectly cleaned and had her makeup technique refined and her hair was longer and most of the time in the house she would wear it back in a simple ponytail. Her body had begun to change a bit too, to suit her new position. He posture was better as she knew she was always on display, she began to exercise more when I wasn’t home to make herself even curvier and sexier. She was everything I could ever dream of in a sex slave wife.

The one thing I could never get my own mind wrapped around was the names that most slave and owner couples chose to call each other. Sir / Master / Daddy etc, just never worked for me… and the normal words for slaves just didn’t ring true for us. So we continued to call each other by our regular names. When I said, “Suzanne, come here and sit by me”, it just sounded right. So she kept her name and felt loved.

While she was now my slave, she was also my very hotwife still. We would still go out as before and she would still pick up men as before and we would still go back to a motel as before and I would still sit in a comfortable chair as before while they fucked her brains out as before. Fun times with a hotwife / slavewife. But then one day, one of the men she had picked up to fuck her asked me how much would I charge to rent her for a party in a couple of weeks. I had never thought of that before… it really wasn’t a money thing for us, just a bit of hot fun. But the idea took hold in my mind… if she’s going to be my sex slave, I will start renting her as a sex worker. I got his number and told him I would call him the next day after she’d recovered and we’d discuss it. I had already completely made up my mind to sell her, but I wanted to break it to her gently, and alone, in case she was reluctant.

We drove home after the motel fun and I had her strip in the car. When we got home I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us. As we sat there, I looked at her nude body, reddened by use and glowing with feminine lust. She smiled at me and raised her hands behind her head as she often did now and pushed her boobs out to me for inspection, tilting her head back and exposing the soft vulnerability of her neck to me.

As she sat there waiting for me to say something, I softly told her… “Ive sold you for a party next weekend. I guess “rented” is a better word, but you’ll be going as the entertainment for the evening. We’ll go shopping tomorrow and get you some new stripper platforms and a new collar and leash and anything else you might want to have for the party. I want you to go and be a good whore for me… do you understand, Suzanne? Will you be a good whore?”

She sat there with her head tilted back and her boobs out and her hands behind her head and I could tell she was having trouble talking for a moment. Then she very softly said, “ yes… I’ll be a good whore for you, darling and will make you very proud of me.”

It was a watershed moment. She told me later that she had wanted to whore for me for a long time, but was afraid to ask, fearing that I wouldn’t love her anymore if she became a prostitute and that I may want to sell her to someone else and find a new wife. All those feelings of anxiety had been washed away and she was relieved and just on the very edge of beginning a new life. I took her in my arms and kissed her and came around to her side of the car and opened her door and helped her out to stand in front of me. She immediately fell to her knees and put her arms behind her back and her mouth to my pants, silently begging for me to take her mouth. I couldn’t refuse such a wonderful offer and I took her there in the garage, my cock sliding in and out of her open mouth, fucking her throat and feeling the softness of her tongue and throat as I used her. When I came, she forced her mouth down hard onto me, taking my entire length into her, so I could feel my orgasm flowing deep into her body. She kept me inside for a long time then slowly washed me clean with her tongue and mouth. I lifted her to her feet and we walked inside the house and she curled up beside me on the bed with her head on my shoulder. She fell asleep with my orgasm fresh in her mouth and when she woke the next day, she was slightly changed.

She got out of bed and washed and made me breakfast, then immediately got on her bicycle and began furiously pedaling. (In a similar way that we didn’t want to take different names for each other, I told her that I didn’t want to have to give her my permission for every little thing around the house. So no, she didn’t ask me if she could ride her spin bike, she just got on it, nude, and began spinning to the music in her headphones.) When she had ridden for about an hour, she bathed and fixed her makeup and hair and came and sat at my feet, leaning her head against my leg. I was watching a race on television and when it was over, she looked up at me and asked me if we were going to buy her a new whore outfit for the party this coming weekend. I smiled down at her and patted her head… “yes, of course, pet… let’s go and get you whatever you think you’ll want. Do you know, yet, what you’re going to want to have for the party? Have you given it any thought?” Of course, I knew that she had been thinking about it since she fell asleep on my shoulder last night. Her walk this morning was saucier, her hips rolled a bit harder and she kept lifting her boobs and starting at herself in the mirror. So yes, if I knew my Suzanne, she was really getting into the new life of a whore. I was anticipating a new set of huge boobs for her as soon as she made the money!

While these thoughts were going through my mind, she had started telling me what she wanted, but I was distracted and didn’t hear her. “Tell me again, baby… I was somewhere else…”

“I would like to arrive in the back of your car in a collar and leash and platforms and otherwise nude. You can walk me up to the door and hand my leash to the one who rented me. You can leave me at the door if you want, or come inside, whatever you want to do. Once I'm inside I will do a dance and play with myself… I’ll get down on the floor and you can tell me to cum… that would make everyone excited, I think. I’ll finger myself and bring myself to a nice orgasm. Then I think it would be fun if you opened a bag that you had brought and put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, letting them know that they can tie me to the bed or use me as a bondage Barbie. Then maybe, if you like, you can put leather bands on my boobs and tighten them so that they stand out like water balloons. You love to see them like that and I think the guys would enjoy it… do you know how many will be coming to the party?... And I guess after that, I will just have to see what they want to do with me…. Maybe if I sat in your lap for a little while and you played with my pussy and boobs and ass, it may give them some courage to play with me?? What do you think?? Ive never done this before and I don’t really know what to expect from them. I want to be a good girl for you and let them enjoy themselves with me…”

She had obviously thought this whole thing out from the very beginning. I was proud of her… my slave whore was going to be very successful, I thought. I was imagining renting her a couple of times a month at first, then seeing where it led. So we went shopping at one of the sex boutiques we’d been going to for awhile and I let her pick out some very sexy black stripper platforms and a new wide leather collar and a new leash. She found some wide leather ankle and wrist cuffs that matched the collar. She had all her loot in her hand and after I paid for everything, she asked the owner, Sue.. we knew her by first name now.. if she could try on her purchases for me, to see if I liked them. Sue smiled and told her of course and Suzanne went back into one of the dressing rooms and changed. When she came out, she was nude and wearing the collar and leash and platforms and cuffs and looking very sexy and erotic. I could tell that she had pinched her nipples in the dressing room as they were standing out hard from her areolas. Her pussy had been freshly shaved that morning and looked delicious… all white and smooth and with very pretty labia. I always said she had an elegant pussy and I meant it. I was very pleased with her and I clapped for her as she spun around in the little waiting area outside the dressing room. Several of the other customers in the store heard me clap and walked over to where we were and began clapping for her, too. She blushed and curtsied (Id never seen her do that before) and she came over to me and stood beside me. “May I wear these home, darling?”, she asked me. I smiled and put my arm around her and kissed her cheek and we walked out of the store with her clothes folded and placed in the shopping bag. She rode home in her new outfit… smelling the new leather of her cuffs and adjusting the collar around her throat until it was just right… snug and sexy, but not choking her. When we got back home, I pulled my car into the garage and she got out and went into the house, still nude. When I came in, she took me by the hand, placed the end of the leash in it and fell to her hands and knees. She wanted me to be the first one to take her for a walk in her new leash and collar. I was very proud of her and took her for a walk all around the back yard … where she lifted her leg and peed like a good puppy… and then all around the house, ending up in our bedroom. I looped the end of the leash over the headboard rails and sexed her hard, leaving her on the bed afterwards to gloat while I went into the kitchen and opened a beer. I came back into the bedroom an hour or so later and unclasped the leash from her collar and asked her if she was ready to get up and have dinner. Reluctantly, she took off her new outfit and placed it neatly on the bed, then slipped back into just enough of her clothes so we could go and get something to eat and not get kicked out of the restaurant!

We got to our favorite place and got a table and we were both surprised when the man who had arranged for her rental walked up to our table and said hello. We shook hands and she stood and kissed him lightly on the lips, then sat back down and waited to hear what we were going to say. The man, Robert, said that everyone was anxious to get to Saturday night and see her at the party. I told him she was excited, too, and had just gone out and bought a new outfit to wear. I would drive her to the house and walk her in, then stay for a little while, but that I would be leaving so they could enjoy her without me causing any bad vibes for them. But I told him that once I left it was up to him to watch out for her… that she was a very special girl and I didn’t want anything to happen to her, especially since the word "no" had been erased from her vocabulary a few years ago. Robert raised his eyebrow at hearing that and smiled at Suzanne. She just smiled back and took a sip of her drink. I asked Robert if he would like to join us for lunch, but he pointed back at the table and said he was here with a friend and didn’t want to take up too much of our time. He left and we were alone again. I could tell Suzanne was excited and nervous at the same time. “What are you thinking, baby?”

“Im thinking that in just a couple of days, I’ll be nude and in front of that man and his friends and they are going to spread me and do things to my body. Its scary and wild and exciting and sexy and I have so many butterflies in my stomach that I cant begin to describe it to you. I want to be a good sex slave for you, but Im also nervous about how many men I can handle at one time. Now that it’s getting closer, my mind is filled with a thousand questions and I cant stop thinking about it. Ive never done anything like this before and I don’t know what to expect at all.”

“Tell you what… wait here a moment and we’ll get everything sorted, okay?” I got up and walked over to Robert’s table and we chatted for a few minutes, then I brought him and his friend, David, back to our table. They say down and I told Robert about Suzanne’s butterflies. She took a sip of her drink and waited for him to speak. “You aren’t thinking of backing out are you?... that would be a shame… all the guys are so excited to see you!”

She looked at me and I nodded and told her… “tell him what you told me… don’t be shy, baby… you need to feel comfortable about this.”

She told him about her concerns for the number of guys and the plans for her… what they wanted to do with her or to her… she was concerned about getting in over her head and not being able to perform like they wanted… she started to cry a little and Robert took her hand.

“Don’t worry, baby… I will take good care of you. I wont let anything happen to you that you don’t want. Yes, you’re coming as the “entertainment”, but that doesn’t mean it’s a free-for-all. David will be there and there will be 8 others… I limited the evening to ten. Can you handle ten over the course of a whole night?” Suzanne smiled and shook her head yes and Robert continued. “To start with, your great hubby here has already told me how you’d like to arrive and get the evening started and that’s finet with me. I think it’s even sexier than anything I could have imagined.”

Suzanne was calming down and I could see the anxiety lifting from her face. Everyone was friends now and she was getting back into her whore mode. She scooted a little closer to Robert and put his hand on her leg. Our dinner arrived and he removed his hand when the waitress sat the tray on the folding stand, but she took it and put it back on her leg and pulled it higher up her thigh and then sat there sipping her drink. I ordered another round for everyone, her third margarita of the meal. I knew that, even with a meal, she was going to be feeling no pain after this next drink. We made small talk… mostly about Suzanne… and then about midway through the meal, I casually said, “why don’t you come back over to the house with us after we eat and you can have a little preview of Saturday night.” They almost dropped their forks and Suzanne just smiled under her eyebrows. She was going to start earning her money in just a little while.

We finished our meal and paid the bill and got into our cars. Robert and David followed us as we drove back home. I pulled the car into the garage, as usual… Suzanne had already stripped off her clothes and I told her to leave them in the car and come in the house nude. I took her rings and put them in the center console of the car and she was completely nude. I told her to serve some drinks for our guests and went through to the front door to let them in. They liked the house, an older Colonial style home with lots of antiques and old books, two of Suzanne’s loves. She had decorated the house very nicely with rich, warm colors and nice artwork and furnishings. I led the guys back to the library and we took seats on leather club chairs. In a moment Suzanne came in carrying a tray of drinks and stood in front of us for a moment, nude, so the guys could get a nice look at her. I could see how excited she was… her eyes were shadowed and her nether lips were swollen with excitement. Her body knew it was going to be used in a very short while and it had taken over and made her not just sexy, but very sexual. Some women just have a sex aura around them and Suzanne is definitely one of them. Men just want to touch her and spread her and take her. Its some kind of feminine a****l magnetism and she exuded it from every pore. I thought Robert and David were going to spill their drinks as she handed them around. She gave me my drink and then took the tray back into the kitchen and returned to sit at my feet… leaning her head against my leg as she loved to do. I stroked her hair and touched her between the shoulder blades as a signal for her to sit straighter. She gently arched her back to show her body off to its best advantage, her breasts rising and becoming more pronounced to her admirers.

We drank our drinks and talked about what they could do to her at the party… “can we use her mouth and ass and vagina? (Yes) Can we cum inside her? (Yes, if you have very recent health certificates, otherwise condoms are an absolute must) Can we spank her? (Yes)… her boobs? (Yes)… any bondage permitted? (Yes… she hopes so… laughs all around) Can we team her? Three holes, airtight? (Yes… one of her favorites). “Hey guys… lets just talk about what you cant do… that’s easier than going through the list of what you can do… okay?”

They thought that was a pretty good idea and I continued… “You cant use her any harder than she can stand… she will let you know if something is too hard for her and you'll stop immediately and go to something else. If she needs a rest, she'll tell you and you'll let her rest until she's ready to go again. How’s that? Pretty much everything else is okay.”

Robert and David smiled and just said, “wow… wow”.

As we finished our drinks, I sent Suzanne up to the spare bedroom and told her to get ready. She took off the bed coverings and folded them and put them in the closet, leaving only the fitted bottom sheet on the mattress. Before she closed the closet door, she removed a beautiful leather flogger and laid it on the bed. Her favorite ankle chain was still attached to the bed and she locked it around her left ankle and laid herself out on the bed, spread for my pleasure, and waiting for the men to use her. She picked up the flogger and laid it across her stomach and waited.

As we entered the room together, the men stopped in their tracks and couldn’t believe what they were seeing on the bed. “Holy crap!” It was David… he couldnt contain himself. Robert and I both laughed and I walked over to Suzanne and touched her breasts, fondling them as she laid on the bed with her eyes closed. As I fondled her and stroked her, I told them, “Suzanne is my wife, but she’s also my slave. Recently she has wanted to become my whore, too. That’s what this party is all about. It’s the first time that I will be selling her for sex. That’s why she’s so nervous and all the butterflies are quivering. She has no idea what to expect, but is very anxious to make me proud of her. Isnt that right, baby?” She didn’t open her eyes, but just nodded and whispered, “…yes….”

“So fellas, this weekend is going to be very special for her. She has been my hotwife for decades and fully knows how to please several men at the same time. But this is the first time she will be performing for money and the first time Im going to leave her alone with a large group of men. I trust that you will keep that in mind when you’re all using her. She’s very special to me and, if you take good care of her, she can become special to you, too. Use her hard, but take care of her and she’ll go out of her way to please you more than you can possibly imagine. Now Im going to get another drink and I’ll leave you here to “get acquainted”.

I left the room and Suzanne was alone, chained to the bed, and getting ready to be used by two men. I went downstairs and poured myself a glass of my best tequila over the rocks and sat in my favorite chair in the library as the two men used the body of my slave. It was a time of mixed emotions for me… every other time Suzanne had entertained men, I had been there and sometimes participated. It was a big party and it was named Suzanne. We did her hard until she dropped and then we did her some more. But I was always there to keep an eye on her and had never left her take care of herself. But she wanted to become my whore and this was the most reasonable way I could think of… no way would I let her walk the streets or introduce her to a pimp. But in any situation like this, there is always a little risk. I just hoped that Id taken care to reduce it to the extent possible.

I heard them enjoying her from upstairs and heard her enjoying herself. I knew the sounds… what each little moan and whimper and scream was about. She was having a wonderful time and was giving those guys a real run for their money. I would have to make sure to tell Robert and David to tip her well on Saturday night for this little treat. The rest of what she earned would go into a personal account for her to use for whatever she wanted.

Eventually it got quiet upstairs and I finished my tequila and waited for Robert and David to come back downstairs. They wouldn’t know where the key was for the lock at her ankle, so I would go upstairs in a little while and enjoy her myself before unlocking her… or maybe just leaving her chained to the bed for the rest of the night. I heard footsteps on the stairs and rose to meet them. They were all smiles… Suzanne had done a good job of satisfying them… that’s my girl…

“That was fun!… she’s something to be proud of, that’s for sure! We should be getting back now. We don’t want to overstay our welcome. Thanks for everything and we’ll see you Saturday around 6:00… right?”

“Yes… we’ll arrive about 6:00… She will have been fed and will be a little tipsy already so that she doesn’t take too long to get warmed up. I’ll stay for an hour or so to make sure everything is good and then I’ll leave and pick her up again around 9:00AM on Sunday… is that okay? Anything else you need her to know?”

“No… just thanks again and we are REALLY looking forward to her company!”

Robert and David left and I heard their car roll out of the driveway and slowly start off up the road. When they had gone, I refilled my tequila and got Suzanne a bottle of water and went upstairs to check on her. She was lightly asleep, rolled into a ball. I sat beside her and stroked her back for a moment, then got up and took out the bed quilt and put it over her so she wouldn’t be cold. In her half sleep… she calls it “gloating” after sex… she whispered, “thank you, my love” and slowly her body relaxed into the bed. I sat there and looked at her for a long time, stroking her hair and massaging her shoulders as she fell into a well deserved, deep slumber. She slept for a couple of hours and woke up hungry again. I had gone into the kitchen and made a nice tabla of cheeses and fruits and sausage and nuts and olives and crackers and bread with olive oil. I took it back up to the spare bedroom and gently touched her shoulder. She woke and rolled over and saw that I had made the little meal for us to share and she smiled, “…. awww, you remembered…. thank you!...” I kissed her shoulder, then went back to the closet and removed a few pillows and put them up against the headboard for her to use as a backrest. I sat beside her on the bed and we began to eat our meal. Several years ago, I used to travel to Argentina on business and when she would travel with me, we would often go out into the city and sit at sidewalk cafés and have a little “tablita” just like this. So I was reminding her that I hadn’t forgotten the more romantic aspects of our relationship and although she was my slave, I still loved her as my wife. She understood and we smiled and chatted as we ate our meal and held hands.

After the meal, I put the tray away on a side table and we sat together. I looked at her and asked her how she felt and how she felt about Saturday.

“Im so much better than before and Im very excited about being your very, VERY, good girl whore slave wife!” We both laughed at her using so many terms to describe her existence. Suzanne was very witty and I enjoyed how her mind worked.

“Did you enjoy Robert and David? Did they do you okay… were they good for you? Did they hurt you at all?”

“They were fine, I was fine, it was all fine. To be honest, neither of them have your wonderful and erotic imagination, but I'm used to that… very few men do. But they were good to me and I was even able to lead them along to try a few things with me. Neither of them wanted to use the flogger on me, but I convinced them that it was okay to put the leather handle inside me and fuck me with it. So I'm thinking that I may want to bring it on Saturday so the guys can get a little kinky with me… if that’s okay with you…”

“Sure, baby, whatever you want to do is okay with me.”

“… great… now would you do me a favor please, my love?”

“Yes, baby… whatever you want.”

“What I want is for you to fuck me hard and use me rough… I'm not quite ready to stop yet, and those two got me all worked up for a very good fucking!!”

I had to laugh…





The Party

Saturday afternoon rolled around and Suzanne was almost in a state of frenzy… she was so ready to go and become my whore that she kept looking at the clock every 15 minutes. She had put her collar and ankle and wrist cuffs on by 3:00pm. She had made sure her flogger and a few of her favorite dildos were in an overnight bag. She hadn’t packed any clothes at all, so I told her that maybe the guys would like a fashion show throughout the night … when they were taking breaks and having a mid-fuck beer. She laughed and was occupied for another hour choosing which negligees to wear with which heels. She finally selected 5 outfits and packed them into her bag. She took off all her jewelry and put it away. She told me she wasn’t going as a woman with property.. she was just a whore and a slave. That was what she was focusing on to get her mind in the place she wanted it to be.

Finally, just before we were getting ready to get in the car, she asked me if I thought it would be okay if she had a valium to relax… that she was completely wound up and having trouble getting her head straight. She wanted to be a good girl for me and she wanted to be a good whore for her guests, but she needed to relax and she just couldn’t. I told her okay, that I didn’t think it would hurt, and I went upstairs and got two 5mg valiums… pretty weak as they go… and gave her one, then showed her that I put the other inside one of her dildo cases. She swallowed it and I gave her a drink of water and after a few moments she began to calm down again. She came and sat in my lap on the sofa and I held her and kissed her… I touched her and felt her and slid my fingers into her… she was soaked like I hadn’t felt her in a very long time! I touched her clit and rubbed to her a little mini-orgasm, perfect with the calmness of the valium. When she recovered, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again and asked me if I wanted to fuck her before we left. I said no… that I would be getting a whole lot of her when she got back home, but I wanted her to be still a bit on edge for the guys tonight. I wanted them to all have a good time and we’d offer her again to them in a month or so. She kissed me and said that it was a good idea and that she was happy I was thinking for the both of us… that I was the brains and she was the cunt!! We both laughed and it was about time to go.

I walked her to the car and helped her into the back seat. Her nude body, collared and cuffed, looked so exciting it was hard for me not to take her right then and there. But, against my better judgement, I was strong and she got in back and laid out across the seat, stretching like a cat and raising her arms over her head. Her nude body was almost too much for me and I knew I would be completely and totally filled with lust for her once she got back home.

I put her bag with her negligees and other goodies into the front passenger seat then, on a whim of inspiration, I went back into the house and opened a bottle of champagne and brought it and a glass back out to her. She sat up and folded down the center console and I poured her a glass and then put the bottle in the tray for her to drink as she wished. I wanted her to be totally relaxed when she arrived, maybe even a little tipsy… or even a lot tipsy… and the men could have a great time playing with her. Something inside of me had gotten very excited about the thought of what these men were going to do to my slave tonight… for the last few days, I had been fantasizing about Suzanne getting the “shit fucked out of her.” I knew it was not a great thing for me to think, but I couldn’t help it. As of today, right now, this moment, she was my whore and I was going to sell her body for money and I wanted her customers to get their money’s worth so they would come back soon and buy her again. In my mind I saw a constant schedule of parties and men fucking my little money slave. In my mind they were using her and abusing her and fucking her and whipping her and tying her into all kinds of tight rope and chain bondage. She was moaning and cumming and greedily wanting more. Like I said, I knew it wasn’t a real thing, but damn it was hot!

I drove and we were rather quiet. She was drinking the champagne and happy. I could see her in my rear view mirror. She was smiling and reaching down between her legs to masturbate while we drove. The dark tinted windows in my Suburban kept anyone from seeing her, so she could diddle herself into a frenzy if she wanted. It was about a 30 minute drive to the address Robert had given me, but with the car’s GPS, it was direct and easy. I pulled into a long driveway and stopped in front of a garage a little off of the main house. The house was very nice… a big Georgian pile of bricks and columns and trimmed hedges. When we drove up, Robert came out to meet us. Suzanne was in the back seat and had finished about half the bottle. Robert smiled as he saw that she was nude and collared and cuffed. I climbed out and asked him to hold her bag for a moment, then I opened her door and helped her out. She was barefoot and carrying her champagne glass. I picked up the bottle and held her by the arm and we walked around the car to where Robert was standing holding her bag.

I told him, “look in the bag and you’ll find a leash… clip it to her collar.” He found her new leash and clipped it, rather expertly, to her new collar. I thought to myself that he either has dogs, or he’s done this before. He took Suzanne by the leash and led her to the house. I followed with her bag in my hand. When we got to the door, David opened it and we all entered. A few guys were there already playing pool in an alcove off the main living area. This was a very nice house. Even Suzanne noticed her surroundings and said, “wow… I’m going to be fucked in a palace!” Everyone laughed and Robert led her over to the guys playing pool and introduced her.

“Guys, this is Suzanne and she’s going to be entertaining us tonight. Treat her well and she’ll be a very good girl for us all. Isn’t that right, Suzanne?”

She drank the rest of the champagne in her glass and said, “you can just call me “whore”, if you want…” They all laughed and said, ‘pleased to meet you, whore!” She laughed and curtsied and Robert led her over to another couple of guys and introductions were repeated. I noticed something… she was very at ease being led around by a leash…. good girl.

One by one, the guys started arriving and I did a little count. There were more than ten… there were f******n guys in the house, not including me. Robert had handed off Suzanne’s leash to one of the guys, a tall blonde guy with big shoulders. Suzanne loves to be used by guys with decent bodies and I guess she was very happy at the moment by the smile on her face. Someone had filled her champagne glass up again and she was chatting and laughing and letting the guys squeeze her boobs and touch her ass and pussy. She was in her element and, so far, everything seemed to be going well. I hoped she hadn’t noticed that there were f******n guys, but in all honestly I don’t think it mattered. She was a whore and she was here in the room, stark naked in front of all these guys, wearing a collar and leash and being led around from guy to guy while they all felt her up and kissed her. So the entrance hadn’t gone anything like what she had planned, but she was relaxed and having fun and being a very sexy shining star.

As I stood there, Robert walked over to me. “Well… what do you think? Is she okay? Does she need anything?”

“No… she looks like she’s having a great time. I think you can start to ramp the party up any time you want. But before you do, I want to show you something”. I took him over to where we had put her bag on a small side table and opened it and took out one of her dildo cases. I opened it and showed him her second valium. “If she starts to get anxious in a few hours, give her this and it will calm her down again, Its just a 5mg valium and she’ll be fine with it. She takes them sometimes for anxiety and is used to the effects. She gets relaxed and happy and she’ll want to party and drink champagne. Just watch how much champagne she drinks and she’ll be okay. Every hour or so, make sure she drinks some water or orange juice and she’ll be okay to go all night and into the morning.”

He said okay that he wouldnt forget. I showed him her flogger and said that once everyone had finished fucking her, if that happened, she liked to be flogged on her pussy and breasts. Don’t beat her with it, I told him, but watch her reactions and keep her right on the edge of an orgasm. When you can see that its too much for her to hold back, give her a few more strokes on her pussy and then slip the handle inside her and you’ll see her go off like a rocket. Robert laughed and said that sounded very interesting… and that he had some interesting things planned for her, too.

Finally I told him that I had counted f******n guys here and he said he had counted them too and if it was a problem, he would tell four of them that they couldn’t fuck her. I said no… but that our arrangement was for $300 per person, not a straight $3000. So with the extra four guys, it was going to be $4200. Robert said that he’d already collected everyone’s money and took an envelope from his pocket and counted out the 42 one hundred dollar bills. He’d told everyone that only “Benjamins” were acceptable for paying tonight. I took the money and said that if anyone wanted to tip her for anything extra-special that he could collect it and put it inside her at the end of the night. And I said that he could tell the guys that, too. He laughed and said that no doubt they’d want to put it inside her themselves…. We both laughed and clinked glass and the party was on. I walked over to Suzanne and found her sitting on a couch getting felt off by three guys as several more looked on. Her legs were spread, her arms were back behind the couch… I noticed on guy holding her arms behind the couch… and she was in a nice little pre-orgasm place. I stood and watched her for a little while until she came and then I leaned over and kissed her as she was orgasming. Into her mouth I said, “Im leaving now baby… have a fun time.” She lifted her face higher, wanting me to hold her neck. I wrapped my hand around her and gave it a little squeeze. She moaned and let the last bit of the orgasm wash over her and kissed me harder. The guys were really excited and they were pinching her nipples and fingering her and holding her ankles open. I broke the kiss finally and she whispered, “… wait…” I leaned back over her and she looked up into my eyes and said, “I want them to hurt me.. please tell them they can hurt your whore if they want…”

I kissed her and said that I would mention it to Robert, but it was too dangerous to tell that to guys we didn’t know. Clearly she was in her zone and it was going to be a wild evening. I went back over to Robert and explained her desires and he smiled and told me that he and David would take care of her and not to worry. I said I would be back at 9:00AM to bring her back home. We shook hands and I left my whore, nude and in the company of f******n men who were going to think of her as nothing more than a party slut. I was nervous, but I was so turned on by the whole thing, it was amazing.

Suzanne’s Story

When my wonderful husband and master and whore owner left me, I was in a state of complete bliss. I was relaxed and enjoying all the hands on me and in me and the mouths sucking me and the lips kissing me. But I was needy… I wanted to be fucked very rough and used like a “cock socket” and “fuck doll” and “cum whore”… all those sexy names I see men call their women on the internet. Just the word “cock socket” sounded awful… like a human tube of fuck. And that’s what I wanted. I had been hot wife fucked, but never cock socket fucked. I wanted it rude and crude and rough and I wanted to have hubby pick me up covered in cum and piss and beer and whatever kinds of stuff these guys wanted to cover me in… I wanted to be fucked out and held open and spread and tied and whipped and choked and bagged and … I wanted EVERYTHING!! Do ME!! Fuck ME!! Use ME!! Even if I pass out, don’t stop, just keep fucking me, guy after guy after guy. I was so wound up for what these guys were going to do to me that night that even the slightest touch was practically making me cum. After all these years and so many wild masturbation and pillow talk fantasies, I had found my place and I was enjoying it like nothing I’d ever done before. I was a whore… Robert had paid hubby some amount of money to buy me for the night and I was going to make it worth their while. I was in slut wife… or rather slave wife… heaven!

I was on the couch with several guys and they were finger fucking me and kissing my boobs and holding my legs open. I had my eyes closed and was just enjoying the feeling of all those strong hands on me. I felt hubby’s mouth touch mine… I always know it when he kisses me even if I’m blindfolded, hooded, bagged, whatever… I always know those lips and that mouth and that tongue. As he kissed me, I asked him to let the men hurt me that night. I wanted my cunt to be totally opened, ripped, made three sizes larger, like the Grinch’s heart on Christmas I wanted to feel the warmth. Of course, he didn’t listen to me, but said he would tell Robert to let them use me a bit harder. But a “bit harder” wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted a big-badda-fricking-boom hard fuck.

I had to do something to get them into the mood. When a guy had finished eating me to orgasm, I got up and told the guys I had a nice surprise. They let me get up and I went over to my bag and took out my largest dildo. I came back and laid on a big cocktail table and put it to my open pussy and just put the head inside my cunt lips. I looked around and found a really nice looking guy with strong shoulders and asked him to help me. He came over and sat beside me on the table and I put his hand on the end of the dildo. He looked at me and I whispered, “when I say, ram it into me as hard as you can..” He smiled at me and looked hard into my eyes. I knew he wasn’t going to hold back. I raised my arms over my head and spread my legs and arched my back as high as it would go and said, “Do Me!” He rammed the big rubber monster into me and I screamed and bucked on it and while he held it there, I fucked it like a horse. I came for it and for them… I did myself very hard and rough with it. The guy I liked caught up the rhythm and began plunging it into me over and over and over… plunging it to the hilt, deep inside my wet hole. I calmed down and fell back onto the table, spent…(for the moment). He went to take it out of me and I stopped him and told him to leave it in me. He leaned over and kissed me and pinched my nipple and I said, “Next!”

Another guy came and sat by me and started ramming it into me, trying to outdo the guy before him. I felt it hitting the back of my pussy, probably bruising my cervix, but I didn’t care. I was in fuck toy heaven, getting rammed while guys looked down at me with pure lust in their eyes. I fed off of it and took their lust inside of me and bucked myself to a second orgasm on the now, not so big, huge giant rubber cock.

When that guy finished, I offered my hole to a few other guys, “do it… stretch me as wide as you can, if all you big men are going to be fucking me tonight!”, I told them. A couple more took my offer and tried to hurt me with it, but they only succeeded in making me even hornier. Finally Robert (or David?) came over and told them to give me a rest for a moment then they could all start fucking me. Someone placed a bottle of water to my lips and I drank. It was good and cold and refreshing. I started thinking about my stomach and all the cocks that would be banging into it tonight. I laid back on the table and let the guys all look down at me, nude, a whore, a cunt, a pussy, there to satisfy them with my body. I smiled and asked for more water.

After I had rested for a moment, David came and got me and took me over to a leather bench, like an ottoman, but longer. He had me lay back on it and spread my legs. He pulled my ankles around to the side and pulled roped through the eye ring of each ankle cuff and then tied my legs back to the legs of the bench. Then he pulled my arms over my head and back behind the bench and ran ropes through the rings on my wrist cuffs and then pulled. As he pulled, my legs were pulled forward and my arms were pulled backwards until I was tightly bound to the bench. It felt like a hogtie, but I was on the bench so it was much more comfortable. He didn’t pull the ropes too tight, but kept me reasonably comfortable. After all, I wasn’t going to try to escape! Finally he pulled a rope through the side rings of my collar and took one wrap around my throat and tied the ends off to the bench legs. I was comfortable, but completely immobilized. I had instant fantasies of a whole long line of army guys waiting to fuck the only whore in the camp. Several of the guys got out cell phones and started taking pictures of me tied to the bench and waiting to be royally screwed!! Funny …I made a joke I hadn’t intended! I told the guys about being royally screwed and we all laughed, then it was the first guy’s turn to fuck me. But what I hadn’t figured on was that it was also the first guy’s turn to take my mouth. One in the pussy, one in the mouth.

And so it went for who knows how long… guys fucking my pussy over and over… guys fucking my mouth over and over. After awhile, I couldn’t hold my mouth open any longer even when I tried. David came over to me and put a big ring gag in my mouth and strapped it together behind my neck so it couldn’t fall out. I tried to tell him, thank you, but it came out, “hankg huu”. He smiled down at me and said, “you’re welcome” and pinched my nipple and walked away leaving me to the tender affections of the next guy to fuck my mouth.

The guys taking my mouth weren’t using condoms. I didn’t really expect them to be using them in my pussy, but they were. I could feel the slightly plastic rub of the condoms sliding in and out of me. But the guys taking my mouth were just enjoying themselves and when they came, they covered my face in sticky cream. I had it dripping back into my eyes and forehead and hair and then, I guess, onto some kind of mat they had put under me on the floor. I couldn’t see… It was getting hard to breathe with all the cum in my mouth. It was hard to swallow… almost impossible with the ring gag in my mouth and my head tilted back. As each guy would fuck my pussy and cum, he would take off the condom and lay it on my stomach. I was pretty sure I had a very nice condom collection now… all of them full. Finally Robert had the guys give me a break – I couldn’t see him with all the cum in my eyes, but I recognized his voice now. I was getting cramped anyway and I needed to swallow. There was a huge pool of cum sitting in the back of my throat that I was having trouble keeping from choking on. Someone came and unfastened the ring gag and I closed my mouth and swallowed all the cum in it as the guys clapped and cheered for me. Someone untied my head and brought a wet towel and wiped my face and eyes. End of round one, I guessed.

My arms and legs were untied and hands took my arms and pulled me up into a sitting position. My arms were dead from being tied for so long and I couldn’t move them. I told the guys and they rubbed them and massaged them until the tinglies started and I was able to flex my fingers and then my arms and finally my shoulders. When I thought about it, I asked what had happened to all the condoms that were on my stomach. The guys all laughed and one of them handed me a martini glass almost full of the contents of the condoms. I knew what they wanted me to do and I said, “cheers!” and tilted the glass back, drinking down the warm white liquid. At each exaggerated swallow, the guys would clap and cheer for me. Finally I had it all down… god only knows how much I had drank. My tummy started to feel kind of gurgly and I asked them for a Coke. For some reason, it always helps me keep down a stomach full of cum.

I drank as much of the Coke as I could finish and handed it back to one of the guys… they were all a bit blurry still. Then David came back to me and told me to get on my knees and lean over the bench. This time he tied me with my knees on the floor and my body bent over the bench, my hands and arms tied above my head again. He told me, “this is just for fun” and wrapped a rope around my stomach and pulled it so tight I thought it was going to cut me in half. He tied the rope around the bench and I was completely immobilized. Finally he came to my head and twisted it so that my mouth was facing the edge of the bench. He put the ring gag back in my mouth, fitting it once again behind my teeth and keeping my mouth forced open. Then he tied my head to the bench, taking wraps around my eyes and forehead and just under my nose and finally through my collar and then tying it off to the bench as well. It was obvious these guys didn’t want blow jobs… they just wanted to fuck my mouth. When he finished, someone squirted some kind of oil into my ass… I hoped it was olive oil… that works real well for me. A hand began to finger fuck my ass… one finger, then two… in and out and in and out… then three… in and out and in and out and in and out. This guy, whoever he was, knew what he was doing. It hurt a little but not like if he would have let them just shove their cocks into my ass with no relaxation session. Finally I felt the fourth finger going into me and he just worked me gently back and forth, in and out, rolling and riding the crest of the wave, then washing back out to sea, only to find its way back into me again. I imagined my ass was the beach and his hand was the ocean. As far as I was concerned, he could do that to me for hours. I began to feel relaxed and at peace with the world, one with nature… and then he took his hand out of me and I felt a cock head at my back door. By this time, I was ready for it though… I wanted it badly. I wanted that man, the man who had fingered me so expertly, to put his cock in me and make me feel the same ocean sensation. And I was lost in the moment. He was as good with his cock as he was with his hand and, with each stroke, I didn’t fight him, but tried to draw him deeper inside me. I wanted that cock buried in me, filling me, making me complete. I began to moan as I felt the first anal orgasm Id ever had wash over me. It was true! Oh my gosh, it was true!! I can cum just by feeling a wonderful cock inside my ass… and it was different than any orgasm Id ever had. It just lifted me and carried me away… like I wasn’t even there. It wasn’t as vital and wild and a****listic as a pussy orgasm… this was something altogether different… like a mystical experience. I HAD to know who this guy was and give him my number. I wanted hubby to watch him use my ass, so he could learn from this master of fucking me and do this to me too… often and forever!

Finally I felt this demigod stiffen inside me… I knew he was going to cum. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to bury that beautiful shaft deep inside me, impale me, own me… As his arms wrapped around my body be pulled on the rope that bound my waist and I screamed… and I raised my ass to him and let him hurt me… hurt me… Hurt me… HURT ME!!! I was screaming it through my gagged mouth… “HUU ME!! HUU ME!!!” and he rose to an even greater level of intensity at my rough words. I knew I was making him dig deeper and cum like he’d never cum before… “HU ME!! HU ME!! Hu me… hu me… hu me…..”

He finally stopped cumming. I imagined my body was totally full of his fluids. He had used me and hurt me and fulfilled ever fantasy that ever lurked in the deepest recesses of my mind. I couldn’t breathe under the weight of his body now laying on me, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need to breathe, all I needed was his body on me, suffocating me with his strength and weight. Press into me… give me all of you.. I can take it, as much as you have.

Slowly I felt his arms press his heavy body from mine. He leaned over and kissed me and whispered into my ear that I was a good slave. I was so overwhelmed by what had just happened to me that I couldn’t even move, but I was overjoyed at hearing his simple words of affection. I was a good slave… and he commended me on my abilities. I would tell hubby when I got home that the most amazing man of the night told me that I was a good slave. He would be so proud of me.

After that I was given a little rest… someone came and untied the rope from around my waist. I guess it was just for that special show. They asked me if I needed water and I tried to say,”no” but it came out like, “O” and they smiled and tousled my head and guys started taking me again… in my ass and in my mouth, just fucking me like I was nothing more than a set of three holes and legs. But I didn’t care. I had just made love to a demigod on earth and he had taken me on a very private journey to Olympus. Whatever these guys wanted to do to me now, I didn’t care… bring it, bring your best, bring your A game… nothing can change what just happened to me.

For the rest of the evening, it was one guy after the next… I was untied and thrown over the pool table and fucked there for awhile, then onto the floor on a towel, then they took me into the kitchen and flushed me out with the removable sink faucet. They washed my hair and face and pussy and ass and cleaned me up a little. They sat me on the edge of the counter and gave me a glass of orange juice. My stomach had calmed down from all the cum cocktails they had given me. After I put on a good show for them with the first one, they made sure they all kept their condoms and poured each of them into the same martini glass. After they had all gotten several turns on me and were (finished?) they served me the final cum cocktail and I drank it down for them, swallow by slow swallow, as they all filmed me and took photos of me and selfies of them beside me. After I got this last one down, I asked for some more Coke and took a swallow of it… and barely made it back to the kitchen before I promptly threw it all up into the kitchen sink. One of them suggested that I drink it all over again, but the other guys said, “YUCK!” and that killed that idea. So they washed the sink, then they washed me and now I was drinking a cool glass of orange juice. I could see the sun just starting to lighten the sky.. the night was almost over.

Robert came over to me and asked me how I was feeling. Fine, I told him… he wrapped his arms around me and asked me if I was ready for the grand finale. (Grand Finale?? Huh… ??? what now?” I thought they were through with me, but I guess not. Oh well, In for a penny, In for a pound. I smiled up at him and said, “Sure… I’m always ready for a grand finale!” He hugged me and pinched my already sore nipple and said good… let’s take you out back for awhile, okay?

(Uh, okay… whatever you want. Im your cock socket for the night… let’s go…) That was what I wanted to say, but instead, I just said, “sure, baby… take me out back.”

They led me out to a big wooden shed and took me inside. There were work benches around the walls, but in the middle of the concrete floor was a square recess with a big metal ring bolted inside. The led me to the ring and had me get on my hands and knees then clipped the front ring on my collar to the ring in the floor. I was nude and collared and clipped to the floor with my ass in the air. I knew that whatever they were going to do with me was something I’d never done before. I was more excited than I’d ever been….

(This part of the story redacted to comply with Xhamster’s rules)


Hubby’s epilogue….

When I went to pick up my sex toy wife, I had no idea what had been done with her. I knew she was going to be fucked and stuffed and probably tied and such, but the story Robert told me was incredible. I was amazed that my girl, as sexy as she is, could pull this off. I was very amazed and promised myself to take her on a two week cruise after today. When Robert led me back to the shed to pick her up, I found her clipped by her collar to a big ring on a concrete floor, her ass in the air (and breathing softly). I knew that once she had a taste of that kind of excitement, she would be back for more. Robert and I checked on her and then we went back in the house and left her with her new friends while I gathered up her belongings and put her extra cash in an envelope. Once I had the Suburban loaded, we went back and untied her and helped her to her feet. I couldn’t resist give her ass a little smack while she was still tied to the ring and she laughed and said, “Id like another please, sir”… Robert and I both cracked up laughing and we both gave her ass a few more smacks for good measure. She was able to stand and I put my arm around her and Robert took her free arm and we led her back into the house. When we got inside, David had made her a nice glass of juice for the road. She drank it down quickly and he smiled and made her another. He gave it to me and I held it for her while we said our goodbyes. She gave Robert and David a nice warm hug and thanked them for a very interesting evening. She told them that she hoped they enjoyed her and that she was looking forward to coming back again as soon as I would arrange it. I laughed and told her to hold on, that we were thinking once a month but no more. She smiled and asked if just the two of them could visit our house soon. I hugged her and said, “of course they can, darling…”

As we drove away, the only sound was her silently sipping her juice. I asked her, “… are you okay, Suzanne??...”

She took another sip of her drink and said, “… just call me cock-socket…”

The End … until next time…