Becoming A Slut Wife Maria
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Things hadn't been going so good for me lately. I had just gotten out of
college and got a good job, but then the economy went south, the company
went bankrupt and I was left with nothing but a stack of bills and no
way to pay them.
The only job I could find was delivering newspapers, but that was okay
as it was 2-6 a.m. and then I could go look for a real job. I noticed
one morning that the last person on my route list was Ms. Calls, my
senior high school English teacher, but I never saw her. No one was up
when I was going by their house.
That changed one day when the presses broke down and I was delivering
papers during the daylight as they were so late. I hadn't found a job or
even an interview so I didn't really have anything else to do, so it
didn't really matter to me that I was working late.
As I was finishing the route, Ms. Calls was out at her paper box. I
kinda hoped she didn't recognize me as I was a little embarrassed to be
delivering papers, but she did and she invited me in for coffee. We made
small talk and I got caught up not realizing how long I had stayed. It
was embarrassing to me that I had no job and, at the beginning, I really
just wanted to leave. When I finally left, I had lost most of the day.
Just before I was getting up, she offered to let me do some work around
her house.
I decided I needed the money more than my pride, so I said yes. It was
mostly light handyman stuff and landscaping, and I had done that kind of
thing during the summers I was home to pay for college, so it was no big
deal. She even let me call her Marcia, which was kinda weird after she
had been Ms. Calls for so long and she was 20 years or so older than me.
I started a new routine. I would finish my route, go to her house and
then start work. She even fixed me breakfast. One big surprise was that
she smoked. She said she would never do it in front of students, as she
didn't want to set a bad example, but it was kind of weird to see her do
it.
After the first month, (she was now out for her summer break) she
changed my breakfast to diet shakes. She was right; I needed to lose
weight as I had gained about 45 pounds in college. She did one other
thing that was nice, she put a lot of neat music on my player, which was
cool as I couldn't afford to do that.
She was really sexy, and I had had a crush on her in high school. I
honesty has wished for one of those teacher/student things, but it never
happened. It was distracting when she would lie out at her pool, she
still had a really sexy body. I began to masturbate when I got back
home and think about her. At first just a few times, but then every
night and most mornings before work too. I started dreaming of sex with
her. One night, I had a really weird dream where I couldn't move and she
kept saying "You want to be me." There were lasers coming out of her
eyes going into my brain. Instead of being scared or weirded out, I woke
up so horny I had to come!
It was becoming harder to think of anything else but sex with her, and
working for her, while the pay was good, wasn't getting me any closer to
a real job. I had about decided to quit and look for a new job, when she
called me in one day before I started work for her. I told her I was
quitting, and I did not get the response I expected.
She kissed me hard, saying that she was tired of waiting for me to make
a move. We had amazing sex that day, several times. I had been with some
women before, but I had never had anything like this. It was like she
was fucking me, like she was in charge and I was just holding on.
Obviously, this made things a lot better, and I quickly gave up any
thoughts of quitting. My days became paper route, sex, and work for her,
the more sex and then to bed exhausted. I was losing weight with this
schedule, but nowhere near as fast as I thought I should. In addition,
the weight was only coming off in some places and not everywhere.
It was around the first of August, I was staying at her place a lot by
then, when she made her first weird request. She said she had a fetish
that really turned her on. She loved her guy going out in public with
female clothes on. I told her I wasn't in to that, and she said I
misunderstood. The thrill for her was that no one else could know. So a
she wanted was for me to wear her panties just while I did the route. No
one needed to see them; it made her hot just knowing I had them on.
I didn't really want to, but I didn't want to mess up what I had either.
So I reluctantly said yes. The next morning, I got dressed as usual in
the spare bedroom so as not to wake her up, and there were a pair of
pink satin panties on top of the pile of my clothes. I thought of just
putting them in my pocket, and just letting her think I was wearing
them, but I didn't want to lie, so I put them on.
I actually liked the way they felt, although it took a little getting
used to wearing them. The way they kept brushing against my cock was
turning me on. This was made worse when I kept getting text from Marcia
saying stuff like
"Are you hard in my panties?"
I answered, "Yes"
"Do you like the way the feel?"
"Yes"
"I am so wet thinking about you in them, hurry home I am so wet I need
to fuck you."
Normally I was carefully to do a good job, but that day I sacrificed
accuracy for speed and finished faster than I ever had. We I got to
Marcia's we didn't even make it into the bedroom, she ripped my clothes
of in the den and fucked me right there. She did make me leave the
panties on. It was the sex best I ever had.
Exhausted, I fell asleep until lunch. We I went downstairs, she was
smiling, I was smiling. She asked if it had been worth it. I said it was
the most erotic thing I had ever done and she said we would do it again
soon.
She didn't bring it up again for about a week, and while we were having
very good sex every day, but I wanted the awesome, clothes tearing off
sex again. She made the panty request again, and I agreed, a little too
quickly, I thought. Same thing happened, amazing, rip your clothes off
sex, and then she didn't bring it up for weeks.
I asked her one Friday night if I could wear her panties again the next
day. She smiled and said she thought I wasn't into wearing panties. I
said I wasn't originally, but that she had made it so much more
interesting that I wanted to do it again.
She said okay, and this time the pair she left me was purple. The sex
was again amazing and the text messages while i was working were even
racier, especially the ones about how wet she was for me.
The next night, there were a pair of blue panties, but these were a
thong. We hadn't discussed this, but knowing the outcome if I wore them
I put them on and headed out to work. The sex was again amazing when I
got back, and it became an every night thing. I had worn nothing but
panties for two weeks, and was glad to do it as my sex life had never
been anywhere near this good.
It was late August and she had to start work again, so this meant no
more morning sex. I was disappointed, but she left me a note saying if I
wore them all day, she would rock my work when she got home. She also
left me something new, a woman's undershirt called a cami. I didn't want
to wear it either, but as I had already agreed to the panties it seemed
a silly thing to draw a line at. Besides, like she said, no one knew but
us.
September was my birthday, and Marcia had gone and bought me a bunch of
clothes, and they were very metro-sexual. It wasn't the kind of stuff I
wore usually, but I put it on whenever we went out. We started dating in
public, before we had kept our relationship secret. There were some
stares, due to the age difference I guess, but there would have been a
lot more if they knew we had on matching panties and camis.
October came and there was still no job or even an interview, just a
bunch of form rejection letters. I was getting down about the job thing,
and had done about all I could do to Marcia's house. She sensed I was
down, and took me out to a really nice restaurant. (She always drove
when we went out and she ordered my food for me.) The outfit I went out
in was really colorful, as was the panty and cami. We talked about the
job, and she said the lady who cleaned her house twice a week had quit
and I could do that.
It made me feel a little bit better, but I didn't really want to be a
maid. I said yes, scared I would lose her if I didn't. We walked around
the mall and she saw a jewelry store. She asked if I wanted to get my
ears pierced. I had always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, so this
had no appeal to me. Before I could decide, she whispered that earrings
would really make her wet, so I did it. I got pierced three time in each
ear, a series of hoops that gradually increased in size as they went
down my ear. When I sat down Marcia told the girl how she wanted it
done. I did not object, as it now seemed wrong to contradict Marcia,
especially in public. I figured the earrings would just be a passing
phase and Marcia would get tired of me wearing them. The sex that night
was amazing.
The next night we were sitting and watching TV, and I was painting her
toenails. When I finished, she started painting mine the same color. I
didn't even protest. I was actually more upset that this didn't bother
me, than I was that she was doing it. The other surprise was that when
she handed me her cigarette I took a drag. I had always been very anti-
smoking, having successfully campaigned to make both my high school and
college smoke free, but smoking the cigarette was, for some reason, no
big deal. Marcia finished my toes; put a toe ring on each foot and we
went to bed.
Sex was more oral than it usually was. I found that I was really
enjoying going down on her, more and more lately. I had never liked that
before. Afterward, we shared a cigarette.
The next morning I was almost late to work. When I showered, it felt so
good to wash my chest I couldn't stop myself. I was tingling all over
and just kept going until I came. I looked in the mirror and noticed
that I had lost weight in my stomach, but not in my ass or chest. My
chest looked flabbier than it had when I started the diet and exercise
program.
I rushed to get dressed; not noticing until later that I had Marcia's
had mistakenly jeans in the stack of clothes she had left for me. There
was a pack of cigarettes on the clothes, and after a moment's hesitation
I grabbed them.
I got to the paper route ad got my papers. There were a few comments
made about the rhinestones on my jeans and the earrings and how long my
hair had gotten. Normally this kind of thing didn't bother me, but I was
hurt and could feel myself tearing up. This was not normal. I grabbed my
papers and left in a hurry.
I was craving a cigarette so I opened the pack and smoked. Then another.
When I got home I smoked again. When Marcia woke up, I was smoking. She
looked in the pack and I had smoked 6 that morning. She asked me what
happened and I told her.
She said that people were hateful and I could quit and move in with her.
The next night I got there and told them I quit. The boss asked if I was
going to give a notice and I said "Hell no, Fuck you" When I got in the
car I lit up and rushed home. I was really surprised because I didn't
use language like that. I told Marcia and she said she was proud of the
way I handled it, so that made me happy.
We talked about my apartment, and there was nothing there but furniture
from the good will and my clothes. I said I should go get my clothes,
but Marcia said I should call and donate everything to good will. I
asked about my clothes and she that they wouldn't fit anymore as I had
new proportions from my diet. She said I could wear her stuff, and when
I had an interview we would go out and get me a new wardrobe.
I told her I didn't want to smoke anymore, and she said it was fine that
it was my choice. She could tell I was down, and for me to go take a
bath and we would go do something fun.
I go in the tub and it bothered me that the hair on my legs and gotten
thinner and softer. I thought should just shave it off, so I did. I got
rid of it on my arms, chest and underarm. I got out, toweled off and
used Marcia lotion on my legs.
The clothes that Marcia laid out were a little too girls. The top was
obviously a short sleeve V neck top and pink. The pants were capris and
the shoes were open-toed. Everyone would see my nail polish, toe ring
and anklet. Worse, the earrings were chandelier; there was a necklace
and bracelet, and a bra.
I had been wearing mostly her clothes and had gone out it public with
them on, but that was a night. I told her it was too much.
She had me sit down so we could talk and she gave me a pill. I didn't
ask what it was, but after 30 minutes I was so mellow I agreed to dress
like she wanted, not even objecting to the corset she added. Once I was
dressed we headed to her beauty salon.
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