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Chapter 1

Our marriage of just over 4 years has been thrown totally upside down over the past few weeks. Changed
beyond all recognition. I've now been well and truly cuckolded by Emma, who has astonished me! First by
her blatant unfaithfulness, and then by transforming herself into an extremely slutty 'hotwife'! I didn't see it
coming. But, to be honest, I'm not at all unhappy at the outcome.

About a month ago Emma announced she was going on a 'girls night out' on Friday evening. Although it's
not something she had done before, I certainly didn't think of it as a big deal. Little did I know then that it
would be the first step of a seismic change to our whole marriage!

“I'm just meeting up with 3 of the girls from the office for a bottle of wine at that wine bar in town.” she told
me the night before.

Emma gets home from work before me and was already soaking in the bath when I got back just after seven.
I fixed myself a meal and was eating it in front of the tv in the living room when I heard Emma shout from
the hallway on her way out “Bye hon. Shan't be late.” I didn't catch a sight of her at all.

I had a thoroughly uneventful evening and, although tomorrow was Saturday and I could have a lie in, I was
tired enough to hit the sack just after midnight. I was a bit surprised that Emma wasn't home already. I was
sure the wine bar closed at 11 but I wasn't overly concerned. Maybe they'd gone on somewhere.

As I lay in bed several thoughts crossed my mind. Had she gone on to a nightclub? Was she drunk? Had she
been chatted up by some guy? Why hadn't she at least put her head round the living room door to say a
proper goodbye to me? Strangely it was that last one that I found most perplexing. Had she put on some
super sexy revealing outfit that she didn't want me to see her going out in? I decided there was a chance that
may be the case. Emma isn't exactly shy when it comes to dressing sexy and showing off her stunning body.
She buys numerous sexy clothes on the internet.

It was nearly 1.30am when I heard her come in. She went straight into the spare bedroom that I've converted
to a dressing room with extra wardrobe space for her. After a few moments she came into our bedroom and
climbed into bed in her faithful old t-shirt. So I didn't even get to see what she'd been wearing all evening!
“I'm whacked.” she said and seemed to go to sleep almost immediately.

I slept sporadically and got out of bed at 7 on a mission. I went into her dressing room to see what she'd put
in the washing basket from last night. Although I had suspected I might find a sexy outfit there I wasn't at all
prepared for what I actually found. Last night's clothes had just been thrown on top of the spare bed. I picked
up a little white dress. It was really tiny but incredibly stretchy...made of spandex I guess. I held it up to the
light of the window and, as I stretched it out a little, I saw just how see-thru it was! The material was ultra
thin and semi transparent.

Also on the bed were a pair of black fencenet stockings, still attached to the straps of a black pvc garter belt.
My heart skipped a few beats as I realised how visible the slutty black garter belt would be through the thin
white dress. That would have looked so damn tarty! Holding them up I saw there were 4 wide black straps
attached to the top of each stocking with bright silver fasteners. They were adjusted to their longest setting,
which meant that her stocking tops would be low down her thighs and most certainly visible below the hem
of such a short mini-dress! Bloodhell, I thought. What a sleazy outfit. Surely not something she'd wear for a
girls night out?

I suddenly realised there was no thong or g-string there. I went over to the washing basket and, sure enough,
there was a very small black lace g-string. I picked it straight up because I was wondering now if I'd find any
tell-tale cum stains on it! But when I held her g-string up to examine it I got another shock. It was crotchless!
There would have been no material covering her pussy at all! Again I found myself wondering how totally
slutty this whole outfit would have looked on Emma last night. Trashy in the extreme! Black pvc lingerie so
clearly visible underneath her tight see-thru white spandex dress! And crotchless underwear? I didn't know
she had any!

My heart was pounding loudly. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. No wonder she didn't come into
the living room to say goodbye! Did she take a coat or a jacket? There was none in her dressing room, but I
figured it would be downstairs perhaps. On the floor by the bed were a pair of white ankle boots. I looked at
them closely. They had long silver metal spiked stiletto heels, about 5 or 6 inches I reckoned, and incredibly
long pointed toes. The pointed tips, which had little chrome toe caps at the end, extended about 6 inches past
the end of her toes. A very fetishy pair of ankle boots that I'd never seen before.

There was no way that I could get back to sleep again after my discoveries had shocked me to the core. I was
devastated. Reeling. I tried to think rationally and came up with two possible scenarios. Either Emma had
been out on a date or she really had been with a girlfriend but they'd purposely gone out on the pull...looking
to meet guys. There was no other explanation possible.

I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and think through what I was going to say to Emma. There at the foot
of the stairs was her long black leather coat, thrown over the bottom banister. I was in full snoop mode now
and so I looked in the pockets. I pulled out a pair of black fencenet fingerless gloves, the same fencenet as
her stockings. They were long...at least past the elbows and maybe full arm length. I imagined how they must
have looked with the rest of her tarty outfit last night. Full-on slutwear for sure!

Although my heart was still racing, I tried to remain calm and plot what move I should make now. Tell her
I've seen how she was dressed last night and demand to know why she wore those things? Maybe. Or ask her
if she had a good night and try to get her to open up about what she did and where she went. That sounded
better. Then it suddenly hit me! I'd had a raging erection since the moment I'd first picked up her white dress!
Why? I was excited that my gorgeous wife had gone out last night in such a blatant 'fuck me' outfit. I had the
hardest stiffy I've had for ages!

I was desperate to know what was going on with her but I decided to say nothing at all to her right now. I
wanted to see where this led. Was it a one-off? In which case I'd ask her about it in a few weeks time. Or was
it the start of something? I'm not sure what, but I just felt there were likely to be further developments quite
soon. I'd wait a while to see what they were.

Chapter 2

Emma behaved perfectly normally after she got up at around 10. I asked her ever so casually if she'd had a
good night last night.

“Yeah, we demolished a couple of bottles of wine in the wine bar and then went on to Xyte, the new club by
the station. I was a bit tipsy by the time I got back...but we had a great time. So much so that we're planning
the same again next Friday. You don't mind, do you hon?”

“No, of course not. It's good that you can go out sometimes with the girls from work.” I replied. My strategy
was taking shape. I decided that I would somehow have to see her before she left the house next Friday. That
way I could comment on her outfit without having to own up to the snooping I did. And if she was wearing
anything near as slutty as last night, then she would surely have to offer some sort of explanation!

Nothing out of the ordinary happened before next Friday came around. When I got in from work Emma was
already in the bath. I even offered to pour her a white wine. But I couldn't resist taking a peek into her
dressing room to see if she had already laid out what she'd be wearing tonight. Alas, she hadn't. I needed to
be sure I could somehow catch a sight of her on her way out. My heart was racing again!

Emma had closed the door to her dressing room and it was nearing 8.30. I offered to get her another wine but
she declined. I wasn't going to barge in with some lame excuse so I hung around in the kitchen, which gave
me a clear view of the hallway and door that would be her exit route.

I heard the sound of stilettos on the staircase and kept a close watch on the hallway. Emma was in my line of
sight for no more than a couple of seconds as she turned at the foot of the stairs, said goodbye, and headed
out of the door. I took a mental picture of what I'd seen. She was heavily made up...far more so than usual.

Lots of glossy red lipstick and heavy black eye make-up. A black satin jacket was tightly belted at her waist.
It was mid-thigh length so there was no chance of seeing what she had on beneath it. What I did see, though,
was a pair of shiny black pvc thigh boots with high platforms and long spikey steel stiletto heels. As they
reached up well above the bottom of her satin jacket they must have been extra long thigh high boots! Very
fetishy! I was dying to know what was under the jacket. My plan hadn't worked too well. But, once again, I
had a massive erection and was actually excited and very aroused to see her go out like that.

Time passed very slowly during the evening. I watched some tv, had a couple of beers and then started on
the bourbon. I took a large one up to the bedroom with me just after midnight and watched a bit of porn on
my laptop, knowing I was too on edge to sleep before Emma got home. I'd already decided to wait until she
went to sleep and then I'd get up to take a peek into her dressing room! There was no way I could wait till the
morning to snoop around, that was for sure!

Once again it was about 1.30am when I heard Emma get back. Same as last Friday, she went to the dressing
room for a few moments and then climbed into bed in an old t-shirt. I pretended I was asleep and waited until
I was sure she was. Careful not to wake her, I eased myself out of bed and went ever so quietly over to her
dressing room. My heart was pounding before I even got there.

The glossy black pvc boots were on the floor. I had never seen them before. She does have a couple of pairs
of thigh boots but these looked to be longer and with much higher platforms. On the bed was her black satin
jacket and just one other item. Like her boots, it was made of high gloss black pvc. I held it up and couldn't
believe she'd actually worn this in public! It was a one-piece playsuit that was cut so high up on both sides,
almost up to her armpits, that it must have looked quite outrageous! There was a big central zip that ran from
the front neck right the way down under her crotch and up to the top of her ass. But it had 4 separate sliders.
The top one could be unzipped to reveal some cleavage, the back one would show the top of her ass crack,
but the two middle sliders could be unzipped anywhere to create an opening in any position she wanted! The
slutty playsuit was cut so narrow along the front of the crotch and right up past her ass that, from below the
waist, it was designed more like a tiny little thong!

I was completely gobsmacked. How could she possibly wear this in public. Even a committed exhibitionist
would shy away from an outfit as revealing as this. I imagine that she bought it online from a specialist fetish
shop. What was it about these Friday nights out, supposedly with 'the girls', that had turned Emma from a
perfectly normal married woman into going out looking like a sex hungry street hooker? I wondered to what
extent she had unzipped this ridiculous 'fuck me' pvc playsuit? Why put something like that on, with a zip
open crotch, if you don't intend to exhibit yourself in it?

I went back into the bedroom in a state of extreme shock. My mind was racing. There was no way I wanted
to sleep now. I was thinking a thousand different thoughts...and I had another huge erection! I was excited
beyond belief at the thought of Emma going out dressed like that. But what do I say to her?

I went down to the living room and poured another large bourbon. What should my strategy be now, I
wondered? Come straight out and tell her what a turn-on it is to see her go out dressed like a cheap whore?
No, that wouldn't tell me why she was suddenly doing it. I had to go for a bolder strategy for next Friday,
assuming there was to be a repeat of 'girls night out'.

I worked on my plan throughout the following week. Emma had already said that she'd be out with 'the girls'
on Friday evening again. I would follow her...at a safe distance in my car...to see where she went and who
with. This plan had risks, for sure, but I would find out, at last, what exactly she was up to. I would call her
at home about 7pm on Friday and say I was working late on something and wouldn't get back until after she
had left. In fact, I would park up the road and be ready to follow her car.

The only way out of our neighbourhood was to turn right down the hill to the main road. Up the hill to the
left finished in a dead end past the golf course. So I would park a little way up the hill to the left just after
8pm next Friday evening and wait for Emma's red VW Golf to pull out of our drive. It would be getting dark
by then so there was no chance she'd spot me.

It was amazing how excited I felt as the week wore on. What if I slipped up and she saw me? Well, I would
simply confess that I wanted to know where she went on Friday nights. Given that she would probably be
wearing some totally over the top indecent slutwear again, Emma would have more explaining to do than I
would if it came to a showdown!

Chapter 3

When Friday evening came I made the call to Emma and then got changed at work, out of my business suit
and into a pair of denim jeans and sweatshirt. I parked up in my chosen spot at 5 past 8 and waited. Half an
hour and 3 cigarettes later I saw her car pull out from our drive and turn right down the hill. I followed at a
safe distance.

It was 6 miles into the city centre where the wine bar and Xyte were, but she turned off unexpectedly before
then onto the ring road. A couple of miles further on she turned into what looked like a large pub car park. It
was called Roxy's and I didn't know the place at all. I chose the row behind hers to park in as it would give
me a good view of her getting out of the car and going inside.

It took her a few minutes to exit the car. Was she putting more make-up on? No, she'd have done all of that
at home...especially as I wasn't there this time. Was she waiting for someone? Obviously not as she was now
climbing out of her car. Had she been taking a coat or jacket off before going inside? Maybe. I was about 50
yards away and the car park was well lit. I watched intently as she walked slowly and carefully to the pub
entrance...she was wearing sky-high stripper shoes! The ones with clear glass platforms, high stiletto heels
and several large silver ankle straps that reached halfway up her calf. Her little silver minidress glistened
under the lights. Sparkly and glittery it looked like it was lurex. But the most stunning thing about it was
being split up both sides...right up to well above her waist! Did she have any underwear on tonight? Surely
she had to! It simply wouldn't be decent without!

I noticed some posters around the car park that said 'Friday's DS&S'. I didn't know what that meant. I waited
10 minutes and ventured slowly towards the pub entrance. This was the risky part. Going inside without
Emma seeing me. A couple of guys were walking near me. I asked them what DS&S was.

“Divorced, Single and Separated” they informed me with a grin. “Or 'grab a granny' as we call it! It's a
fucking cattle market. Everyone looking to meet someone to get laid!” I thanked them and went inside very
cautiously. There was no cover charge. It seemed like a cross between a pub and a nightclub. A DJ was
playing dance music. There was a long bar area running down the whole left hand side. Lots of tables and
chairs in the middle, a dance area further down and some couch seating at the very far end.

I went to the nearest part of the bar, just inside the entrance, and tried to lose myself amongst a large group
of guys standing around at the bar. I was worried that Emma would recognise me before I spotted her. At
least I didn't stand out as much as she would in that dress!

Looking around I could understand the cattle market reference. Women of all ages dolled up to attract the
men. 'Mutton dressed as lamb' I thought, as many of them were clearly in their 40's or 50's yet were all tarted
up like horny teenagers in slutty little high risk outfits. At least Emma, at 28, didn't qualify as a 'glamorous
gran'! The men were a mixed bunch. Young guys looking for a one night stand. Older guys trying too hard to
look so cool.

Finally I saw Emma. Three-quarters of the way down the bar, talking in a small crowd. The lighting was
quite dim and Emma seemed to be totally wrapped up in her conversation. There was very little risk that
she'd spot me. As I looked a while longer, she seemed to be in a group of six. Three guys, two black and one
white, and three girls. The white guy looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place him.

The whole place was just a glorified pick-up joint. Strangers dancing with strangers and groping hands
excitedly exploring new bodies with absolutely no resistance being offered. Everyone was there to get
fucked! I even noticed a few of the more middle aged tarts giving me the eye! Hell, I'm only 34! One of
them, a slim slinky blonde, had a tight fitting black lace dress on with very obviously nothing underneath it!
Well, on another night maybe.....

Emma's crowd were heading away from the bar and further down the pub. She was exposing a ridiculous
amount of flesh down the one side that I could see as she tottered along in her pole dancer's shoes. But from
my angle, nothing to positively confirm if she had any underwear on or not. They stopped at another table
where 5 or 6 guys were sitting, drinking, and chatted with them for a while.

Then I saw Emma suddenly sit on the lap of one of them! She put her hands around his neck and they kissed
passionately. I couldn't see where his hands were but I had a good idea! The white guy who had been up at
the bar with her and who looked familiar to me handed something to Emma. She and the guy whose lap she
sat on got up and walked over to the exit.

Now what do I do, I wondered. It was risky to follow them out but, what the hell I thought, I'll try to keep
under cover. Fortunately they didn't look back and I saw them walk over to a white van in the car park.
Emma unlocked the sliding side door with the key she'd just been given and they both climbed in, Emma
showing a completely bare ass as she did so!

It didn't take much imagination to know what they were doing inside the van...it probably had a matress in
the back. It was a tradesman's van with no windows in the back and a full partition behind the front bench
seat. Impossible to peep inside to see them. They weren't going anywhere in the van and I figured they would
come back into the pub when they'd finished fucking. I took up a place along the crowded bar and kept an
eye on the bar entrance.

I wondered if Emma already knew this man or had just met him 5 minutes before fucking him? I had got
another erection and I had to keep shifting position to try and hide it. After another 10 or 15 minutes the two
of them walked back into the bar. I turned away a little so I wouldn't be seen by her. The guy who'd just
fucked her rejoined his friends and Emma went over to another table where the people she was originally
with at the bar had sat down. She looked a little hot and flushed! Not surprisingly!

The DJ would put on a couple of slow songs after every session of high energy dance music. One of the two
black guys took Emma's hand and they went onto the dance floor when the first slow song began. Talk about
dirty dancing...this was pure eroticism! The black guy had his hands on the cheeks of her ass and was pulling
her in tightly to him. Her legs were apart and he was pushing one of his legs hard into her crotch. She was
almost humping him there on the dancefloor! But it wasn't out of keeping with how other amorous couples
were dancing. Emma's hands were around his neck and they kissed frequently. With their bodies pressed so
close together I had missed what Emma was doing now. She'd moved her right hand from around this guy's
neck and she was rubbing his crotch at the front of his jeans! They were whispering something. Before the
second slow song had even finished they were making their way over to the exit. Emma still had the keys to
the van!

Twenty minutes later she came back to the table and the black guy who'd just fucked her went to talk with
some people up at the bar. It was only 11pm and already she'd fucked two men in the back of a van! I asked
one of the bartenders what time Roxy's closed. “1am, last orders 12.45.” he informed me. That would fit with
Emma getting home around 1.30am each week. I reckoned that she stayed here all evening and went out to
fuck different men in the van at fairly regular intervals! Bloodyhell!

During the next hour and a bit she went out twice more. Once with the white guy that she was originally up
at the bar with and once with an older man who had asked her to dance first. He looked to be in his fifties
and Emma towered over him in her sky high hooker shoes. When they'd been dancing I saw how he'd put his
hand between her legs and Emma hadn't made any attempt to discourage him...in fact she even parted her
legs more to give him better access!

It was gone 12.30 by now and I decided to head home. The place had thinned out a little bit as people had
paired off and gone home to fuck their new found partners. My last sight of Emma before I left was a telling
one. She was sitting next to a young guy on one of the couches at the far end with her legs wide open and her
head back as he fingered her well fucked pussy. The sight of that, in public, had given me another raging
stiffy! I walked out to my car and drove home, my head in a spin.

Once again, Emma returned at about 1.30 and climbed into bed, saying she was exhausted (I'm not surprised
after all that fucking), having undressed in the dressing room. I waited for her to go to sleep and crept into
the dressing room. There was just her little silver lurex dress on the bed. I held it up and this time there were
definite stain marks on the inside of it, right at the bottom on the back where her ass would be when sitting
down! Brown stains and, I'm sure, dried cum. Had she been assfucked? Hell, that's something we had never
done. I just assumed that Emma wouldn't like it, but then I'd never asked her! We fuck missionary once or
twice a week...a bit more recently because I get so turned on by her Friday night exploits! I did check the
washing basket for underwear, not really expecting to find any. There was none!

Back in bed, I wasn't at all sleepy. Too much going on in my head. Tonight had confirmed everything that I
had feared (hoped?) for. What next? I definitely wanted all of this out in the open now...but I didn't want to
risk losing Emma. Besides, her fucking other men was proving to be the most exciting turn-on that I'd ever
felt. How weird is that?

Tomorrow, being Saturday, I would have plenty of opportunity to steer conversation to her Friday nights 'out
with the girls'. Getting to the crux of it may prove difficult if she was dead set against telling me all. I figured
that if I could somehow let her know that I wouldn't exactly be against her meeting other guys on Fridays,
then she may just spill the whole beans.

Chapter 4

Weekends I take Emma a cup of coffee and a slice of toast in bed. Weekdays she brings me a cup of tea
before leaving for work. Her usual shift at the call centre is 8-3.30 so she leaves home before me and gets
home much earlier.

She appeared downstairs just before 10 and we talked about the day ahead. Dry cleaning to pick up, some
grocery shopping was needed and we were meeting some friends for drinks and an early dinner by the lake at
6.30. I asked her if she had a good time with her girlfriends last night.

“Yes I did, thanks hon. We seem to get through more bottles of wine each week.” I didn't want her to get too
deep into the lie so I changed tack.

“You don't want to sit around in the same wine bar every time. Why don't you all go to some clubs or bars
where there's a bit more action?” I asked her.

“Well, we have done. I told you about Xyte the other week. That was fun.”

I pressed on. “When you're out, Em, I have a few beers, watch a bit of tv and my mind wanders off to what
you'd be doing right then. I imagine you having to fight off the guys trying to hit on you...because you
always look so damn sexy...and d'you know what? I have a kind of confession to make! I imagine you not
exactly fighting them all off but sometimes making out with one of them! Isn't that weird, eh? Maybe I'm just
not the jealous husband type who would be mortified if you were with another guy?” Take a breather, I told
myself. Let her catch up with what I'm telling her!

“Wow, babe! Just occasionally you really do surprise me! Not often I admit, but just once in a while! So,
what are you saying exactly? You'd be ok with me playing away from home? Or you actually want me to?
That's the most surprising thing you've said to me during 4 years of marriage! Have you been looking at too
much porn or is this idea for real?”

This was looking promising, I thought. She hadn't totally dismissed the idea of her 'playing away'. She was
searching for more information before giving a fuller answer. I'm sure that I'd caught her by surprise and she
needed time to process everything. I pushed it a bit further, slowly and cautiously.

“Well, tell you the truth, hon, when I imagine you with another guy I get a raging hard-on! How about that!
It's not something I can control...even if I wanted to...it just happens, kind of automatic! It happened again
when you were out last night and, I don't know, I just got kind of excited by the idea of it! I'm not telling you
to go out and do it for my sake, oh no, I'm just saying that if the situation ever arises where you're tempted,
then go right ahead and do it. But please, please tell me all about it afterwards...that really would be so
incredibly exciting to hear! Am I talking crazy or am I making any kind of sense?”

“I can follow what you're saying and I've read in womens magazines about perfectly masculine guys who
enjoy being cuckolded by their wives like that. I just didn't have you down as the cuckold type, darling! You
really have surprised me. You're normally such a straight regular guy! I don't know what to say.”

“So, that's a first.” I joked. “You not knowing what to say!” Emma has always been the more outgoing and
sociable one of us. I'm more introspective but certainly not shy. Emma usually takes the lead in most things
that we do...from initiating sex to where we go on vacation, hooking up with friends and which restaurants
we go to. I decided to give her some time to think about what I'd said.

“Tell you what, hon, lets just make a loose plan for a night out next week where we can go somewhere nice
together, you can dress up real sexy and, if the opportunity arises for you to hook up with another guy there,
you can give it a go, see where it leads and take it from there. If nothing happens then at least we've had a
good night out together. Now, where would be a good place to go?” That was a masterstroke on my part.
Only presenting Emma with a choice of where to go, not whether we should go!

“Well, Xyte have an over 25s night on Wednesdays. A free cocktail for the ladies means they always get a
big turnout and then that brings lots of guys in too.” I knew I was home and dry now. Also, it gave Emma a
few days to get used to the idea and almost accept it as her own. The only thing I hadn't achieved was any
admission that she'd been fucking other guys every Friday. That might come another day. I was already
delighted at the way it had all gone so easily.

We actually had some great sex over the weekend...both Saturday and Sunday night. I was horny as hell and
Emma too seemed hotter and more frisky than usual. I figured that her mind had been working overtime on
some of the possibilities of this adventurous new chapter in our marriage. By Monday night we had even
introduced some dirty fantasy talk to our lovemaking. Emma seemed every bit as excited as I was about our
night out on Wednesday.

Chapter 5

When the big night arrived I got back from work early enough for us to eat together before we had to leave.
We were like a couple of teenagers...both a bit nervous and even a little apprehensive about tonight. I did the
dishes while Emma went up to soak in the bath and get ready. I gave her ass a playful slap as she began to
climb the stairs and said “Sexy as you want tonight, hon!”

“Hmmm ok then!” she replied. I wondered if she would go for the blatantly slutty style she favoured for
Friday nights. I hoped that she would. When I finished the dishes I took her up a glass of white wine. “Oh, so
you're trying to get me tipsy are you? I had a large glass with dinner you know! You're a very wicked man.
And I do love wicked men!” she said, confirming to me that she was in just the right sort of playful mood for
tonight to be a very naughty one!

I got ready in the bedroom and waited downstairs for Emma, who was in her dressing room with the door
closed. When I heard those familiar stiletto heels coming down the stairs my heart started pounding...just like
a teenager waiting for his first date! She made a spectacular entrance! “Sexy enough, babe?”

I gasped and was utterly speechless for a few long seconds. A vision in shiny red pvc stood tall in front of
me! It was a full body high gloss red pvc catsuit with zips all over the place...on her sleeves, at the ankles,
even little zips right over her tits and of course a full length zip that ran down her front, under her crotch and
up past her ass at the back. It was one of those 4 slider zips I had seen already on that black pvc playsuit she
wore the other Friday. Shiny red pvc stilettos with long pointy toes and metal spike heels added 5 or 6 inches
to her 5 foot 5 inch natural height. Fortunately I'm over 6 feet and wouldn't be dwarfed. Her make-up was
bold and slutty, she wore a red leather studded choker and a pair of huge circular silver earings. A real 'fuck
me' outfit, every bit as tarty and slutty as she wore for Friday nights.

“Fuckinghell Em, you look fantastic!” I told her. My mouth was still gaping wide open! “Where have you
been hiding that catsuit...I love it! Oh, you gotta dress up like this more often. Amazing. Totally, truly and
utterly amazing!” I said.

“Oh, so you approve then? I wasn't sure if you would like such an obviously slutty look. Now I know that
you do, I'll have fun wearing more things like this! I'm wet and horny already! Shall we go? You'd better
drive tonight, I'm on a free cocktail and they're a bit more-ish!”

Emma didn't put a coat on. We left by the side door in the hallway, where I had watched Emma slip out these
past few Fridays, out into the integral garage and climbed into my BMW. It was only a 15 minute drive into
the city centre at almost 9 in the evening. The Xyte car park was completely full so I dropped Emma off at
the club and told her to go in while I found some street parking nearby.

Although she only had a 5 or 10 minute start on me, when I walked into the main bar I saw that she'd already
been hit on by some lounge lizard in a designer suit. Instead of joining them I grabbed a bar stool a few yards
away and sat down as if I didn't know Emma at all. She was chatting away with him and didn't once try to
make eye contact with me. She's a natural at this, I thought.

Emma had almost downed her free pina colada and he was ordering her another. His hand was on her leg, or
rather on her glossy red pvc catsuit that covered her leg! Her front zipper was already down much further
than when we had left the house. A sizeable amount of cleavage was on show now. Emma had a boob job
straight after we got married. Not huge but a good size D cup. She hardly ever wore a bra...she didn't need to
as the surgeon had cleverly crafted her fake tits to stand straight out with no sag at all.

I noticed Emma's hand go round his waist...she was sitting on a high bar stool and he was standing over her.
Then she lowered her hand to his ass and seemed to be trying to poke a finger right into his sensitive asshole!
She knew I could clearly see this and I'm sure that she was showing off to me how slutty she could be! It
worked a treat. I had a solid erection by now! Suddenly they both scooped up their drinks and went over to a
couch that had become free near the far corner. It was busy in the main bar, despite most people being in the
dance area on the other side. My view was obstructed and I looked for some way of getting closer.

There were groups of people standing around chatting throughout the bar. I ambled over to where I could rest
my beer on a ledge and I was only a few feet from where Emma and her guy sat. I didn't need to show any
caution as Emma knew I was there and her guy had no idea that I was, in fact, her husband! Their couch was
recessed a little into a small alcove and they were making out in a bolder way now. His arm was round her
shoulders, stroking her long blonde hair. Bottle bleached blonde I should add. Emma had hooked one leg
over his knee which meant that her legs were spread, but the twin zippers over her crotch didn't seem to have
been opened....not yet anyway! They kissed often and Emma's hand was clearly resting right on his cock!
She'd give it a little squeeze from time to time!

When Emma got up to use the bathroom I thought of going over and having a word with her, out of his sight.
But what was there to say? She was obviously enjoying his company. I'm certain that she was feeling horny.
And she seemed perfectly happy to make all the running and let this scene play out. So I stayed put.

When she got back she sat herself down straight on his lap. I sensed that she was upping the stakes now. She
put both arms round his neck and kissed him long and very passionately. French tongue kissing by the look
of it. He'd pulled her front zip down further and his hand was inside her catsuit now, groping her tits! She
writhed around on his lap leaving him in no doubt that she was enjoying that. So, emboldened to go further,
he moved his hand down to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy gently through the shiny pvc fabric. He
had located the two zippers there and slid one a little way to make a small opening. Emma took charge by
suddenly using both hands to separate the two zips by a good 6 inches, as if to say to him 'don't pussyfoot
around...open them up properly!'

This was becoming a rather X rated performance now. A few of the men near to where I stood were glancing
across quite often to follow the goings on. Emma didn't care about them. In fact she seemed to revel in her
exhibitionism and the little show she was putting on! The guy she was with seemed like a smooth operator
too. He was quick to take advantage of her newly revealed shaved pussy and was busy flicking and pinching
at her swollen wet clit. Emma's hand was equally busy, stroking his cock a lot more purposefully now with a
much harder and faster action!

He was obviously in some discomfort. His cock would have been erect and his trousers were extremely tight
and restricting. He appeared to try to get up to visit the bathroom but he had to abandon the first attempt due
to the size of his erection. He was clearly very well endowed! He made it on the second attempt and I used
the opportunity to grab a quick word with Emma. But before I could say anything, she told me, bold as brass,
“I'm going back with Josh tonight. He's going to fuck me. I may be home late tonight or it may be tomorrow
morning! And something for you to think about while I'm getting fucked by Josh, most cuckolds lick their
wives clean after other men have cum inside them. That's what I read, anyway! I really hope you're up for
that when I get home!”

To say that I was gobsmacked, speechless, would be a huge understatement. This evening had gone a lot
further and faster than I was reckoning on. Emma gave my fully erect cock a big squeeze and whispered
“Josh is coming back.” I quickly got up and resumed my former position, now struggling myself with a
boner that was all too obvious. It dawned on me that while Josh was in the bathroom Emma had made no
attempt to close the zips over her pussy! Or even to close her legs! When he got back her hot pussy was
being displayed to him quite openly, like a prize he had just won. He was obviously desperate to fuck
her...had been for some while, I'm sure!

A few minutes later they got up and headed towards the exit. Emma still hadn't zipped her crotch up! She'd
never been this brazen before. Never ever! If this was the start of a whole new era for us then I was excited
beyond belief. I thought about what she'd said about cleaning her up. That was brazen, ok, but she was
deadly serious! I could tell that. As the thought of lapping up another man's cum out of her well fucked pussy
had re-invigorated my cock again, that did rather confirm that I was most certainly up for doing it! It was
exciting me beyond belief. So kinky and perverted. I was discovering new things about myself, let alone all
the new revelations I was learing about Emma!

Chapter 6

When I got home it was just past midnight. I opened a porn site on my laptop and searched for cuckold
videos. Two hours flew by and, after viewing umpteen cuckold scenes, I was now totally hooked on this
cuckolding thing. I learnt more about what 'hotwives' were all about too. Emma was now a fully fledged
hotwife for sure! Tonight she was busy passing her final exams! My own test would come as soon as she got
home. Whenever that might be!

I assumed that Emma was working at 8 tomorrow morning. It was just past 2am and I had no idea when to
expect her. I dozed off, laptop still on the bed, and finally woke to the sound of our front door closing. It was
3.45am. I heard the tell-tale clicking of her metal heeled stilettos on the stairs and then she shouted out “I'm
home, darling. Hope you're wide awake!”

This time she came straight into the bedroom. Her crotch zip was open even more now...over a foot between
the two zippers! I greeted her with “Who's a naughty hotwife then?” Emma was grinning like the cat that got
the cream.

She got up onto the bed, knelt down facing me and straddling my face with her swollen puffy freshly fucked
pussy hovering directly over my mouth said “Eat me out cucky! I've just been fucked by another man and
you're going to lick out all the cum that he's just fucked into my cheap slutty cunt!”

Well, I nearly came on the spot. Emma had always called it her pussy. Now it was her cheap slutty cunt! But
before I could say a thing I had to open my mouth to catch the steady trickle of thick warm cum that oozed
out from Emma's well fucked cunt. A bit salty, it wasn't a bad taste. At 34 I had never tasted mine or anyone
else's cum before! My cock was sticking straight up in the air like a flag pole. “Don't worry babe, I'll take
care of that for you soon!” she reassured me.

The flow of cum kept on going for some while. With my mouth still open I went to work on Emma's clit
with my tongue. She was still hot and horny so I used a finger to rub it harder. Her head went back and I
knew she was having an orgasm. “Aaaaargh...yes...don't stop that...hmmm!” was all she said! She hardly
ever orgasms when we have sex. Something that did concern me, I must admit. Now she was getting off
from just my finger! I had the feeling that our sex life was going to be a lot more adventurous now, more
exciting and a lot more satisfying...for both of us!

Emma's orgasm subsided and I had swallowed the last of the spunk in her cunt. She lay down on the bed and
cuddled up to me, her hand going down to take hold of my very erect cock. “So, you want to hear what a slut
of a wife I've just been...fucking another man?” She continued, slowly wanking my cock as she told me all
the explicit details. “Josh took me back to his apartment and I stroked his cock in the car. It was ever so big
darling, much bigger than yours. Over 8 inches at least. I took it out and sucked it for the last couple of
miles...he oozed so much pre-cum, which I lapped right up of course! As soon as we got inside I undid his
trousers and gave him a sloppy wet blowjob. He was just standing up in the entrance hall. When I knew he
was close to cumming I put a hand under his legs and pushed a finger right up his asshole to massage his
prostate. That always makes guys cum more powerfully. I don't do that with you, babe, because I'm not sure
that you'd like my finger poking around up your asshole!”

“Oh, but I would like it, hon. I really would!” I assured her.

“Ok then, I'll start doing it for you then. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Josh soon shot a ginormous amount of
creamy yummy cum straight into my mouth and I gulped all of his lovely spunk down. There were several
mouthfulls, babe! Lots more than you ever shoot. But his balls are much bigger than yours so I guess he
would have lots more spunk than you, wouldn't he!”

“He fixed me a bourbon and coke and I knew I had to give him some time to get his strength back...and for
those big balls to make some more spunk. We sat on his sofa and I played with the coke bottle he'd given me.
I gave the top of the bottle a blowjob. Josh liked watching me do that. So then I pushed it right into my cunt,
which I have to say was dripping wet with juices by now. I stood up in front of Josh and shoved it all the way
up my cunt, as far as it would go...then I pleasured myself on it, just like I do with my vibrators when you're
not around. I've never fucked my cunt with phallic objects like that in front of you, babe, as I'm not sure what
you'd think of me! Do you think you'd like it if I did?”

Emma was pushing all the right buttons and I was beside myself with lust for her. I'd never known such
strong feelings. She was like a completely different person!

“I'd better go slowly on your cock now, darling. We don't want your little willie erupting before I tell you all
the best bits, do we now? So, after I fucked myself with the coke bottle we went into Josh's bedroom. My
cunt zip was open lots...just like it is now...and I asked Josh if he wanted me to take my sleazy catsuit off or
would he like to fuck me while I'm still wearing it? Well, he chose what most men choose. 'I want to fuck
you in that slutty fucking catsuit you perverted little tart' is what he so eloquently said. I told Josh to kneel
down on the bed and to stick his ass right up in the air. I knelt down behind him and pulled his asscheeks
wide apart so that I could lick all the way up and down his asscrack with my tongue. Oh, he really loved that!
Then I pushed my tongue right into his shithole darling! Josh said it felt absolutely incredible. I already had
my hand round his wonderful cock...it was fully erect again now...and I slowly wanked him. Just like I'm
wanking your little cock now.”

“I know I've never rimmed your asshole...although I have done it to loads of other guys! Some of them have
had quite dirty assholes, but I never mind that...it's always given me a real buzz to do filthy things like that,
babe! Would you like to feel my tongue up your ass one day? I think you'd like it.”

Emma was really winding me up now. Saying provocative things to make me jealous, telling me just how
adventurous and kinky she is with other men...but not with me. She seemed to enjoy tormenting me with this
cuckolding and, I have to admit, I was excited at hearing her talk like this. “Oh, bloodyhell, of course I want
you to rim my ass, hon. As often as possible!” I replied.

“Ok cucky. Now, back to Josh. I knew he'd cum again soon if I kept up the rimming and cock wanking I was
giving him...and I wanted so badly to feel his big cock in my cunt fucking me really hard and rough. So I
said 'fuck me Josh, please fuck me now!' Oh, darling, it was fantastic! His cock is beautiful...long and thick. I
knew as soon as he plunged it deep inside me that I'd be orgasming very quickly. He rubbed my clit as he
fucked me. Slowly to begin with and then harder and faster. I had the most amazing orgasms! Real bodyshattering
ones! One of the best fucks I've ever had.”

“After about 3 of these incredible orgasms I felt Josh tense up and about to cum. I quickly put a finger up his
asshole again because I wanted him to enjoy an extra powerful cum. That worked a treat and he shot jet after
jet of thick warm spunk deep into my cunt. When he pulled his cock out I took it straight into my mouth and
licked all of the gooey cum off it. He told me that I was the best fuck he's had for a very long time...and very
probably the sexiest woman that he's ever fucked.”

“Before he brought me home we exchanged phone numbers. His friend at work is having a party on Saturday
week and he wants me to go with him! I told him to give me a ring during next week to confirm.”

“So, did you like hearing about my unfaithful fucking tonight, babe? Your cock seemed to like it. I had to
stop you from cumming several times, didn't I? I'm going to let you cum right now!”

And with that, Emma lifted herself up to sit on my face with her back to me. She lent forward and took my
cock into her mouth...still covered in bright red lipstick which she'd obviously re-applied. Her cunt zip was
still wide open and she was inviting me to lick her clit again while I got a nice sloppy wet blowjob from her.
She'd had to squeeze the base of my cock a few times to stop me shooting my load earlier while she told me
all about her slutty performance with Josh. I knew I wouldn't last long and, sure enough, after a few minutes
I felt my balls tighten. Emma noticed it too and reached under my legs to put a finger in my ass. She fingered
my prostate as I started to cum in her mouth and I experienced the most explosive orgasm that I've ever had
in my life! Absolutely mind-blowing!

The sex we'd had before had been nothing like this. Vanilla by comparison. This was raw, lustful, full-on sex
that was a hundred times more exciting...and satisfying! “Fuckinghell, Emma. That was something else! I've
never cum like that before!” Emma just turned around, looked at me, and opened her mouth to reveal all the
cum she'd just drained from my balls! She then made a big show of swallowing it.

“Hmmm, that was a much bigger load than usual. I think you're going to enjoy sex with me a whole lot more
now, babe! But, of course, you'll be sharing me with a lot of other men. It was fun tonight. I want more fun
nights like that...lots more! Do you like me being a complete slut like I was tonight? Does it excite you? It
would be difficult going back to how we were before...and I really don't want to...it was pretty boring,
darling, to be perfectly honest with you!”

“Oh I'm 100% in favour of it staying just like this. I even like the way you're a bit cruel to me, humiliate me
even! I had no idea what a turn-on that would be! You can definitely take that as far as you want...I love it!
And I want you to go to that party with Josh. And go out Friday nights. And go out on hot dates too! Just tell
me everything like you did tonight...be hurtful and taunt me with it even. Bloodyhell, I do wish we'd had this
conversation 4 years ago. It feels like we've really wasted valuable time, hon.”

“Yeah, we have. To be brutally honest, darling, I've felt trapped these past few years. It's not been what I'd
call a fulfilling marriage. You know what I mean, don't you? I'm being serious now. I think eventually we'd
have ended up divorcing if we hadn't changed everything around the way that we have now. In fact, there's a
confession I have to make. I've been fucking other men since May this year! Don't be mad with me, pet, as it
really is no different to what you're totally in favour of me doing from now on. I'll tell you.”

“The guy that did our decking in spring, Terry, has been fucking me for the past 4 months on and off. (I
knew I'd seen that guy in Roxy's somewhere!) And so have the two black guys, Wesley and Joe, who work
for him. Plus a few others. I was bored, darling! I fucked Wes and Joe the week they did the decking. And on
the Saturday, when Terry came to collect our payment and you'd left me the money and gone out to play
golf, I fucked him too. I needed the sex and the excitement. Simple as that.”

“Terry came back round a few weeks ago to check that the decking had settled and was all ok. I fucked him
again. He told me about a place called Roxy's that had great Friday night gigs for the divorced, single and
separated. He said it was the best fun to be had anywhere in the city and was a place where I could let my
hair down and do anything that I liked. I said I'd meet him up there a few weeks ago. And that's where I've
been going these past few Fridays!”

“Oh, Em, I'm not in the least bit mad over that. I'm glad that you told me. I can see, especially now, why you
did something like that. I don't blame you in the slightest. I hope you'll carry on going to Roxy's and tell me
about all the wicked things that you get up to there!” I wasn't about to confess to all my snooping around and
following her there. That was something best kept hidden. “Hey, If you're working at 8 in the morning it's
hardly worth going to sleep now! It's gone 5.30am!”

“Oh, I've already swapped shifts with someone. I'm doing a late shift today, 2-9.30. It's a lot quieter than the
early shift.” Emma finally took off her red pvc catsuit and stilletos and we both drifted straight off to sleep.

Chapter 7

Thursday was a recovery day, for both of us. Emma went straight to bed when she got home from working
the late shift. So, Friday evening came around in no time at all. When I got home from work I took a glass of
wine up to Emma, already in the bathroom. “Oh, thanks hon. Look, I'm shaving my cunt so it's nice and
smooth for the guys who'll be fucking me tonight!” she said.

Well, as a greeting, I guess that beats 'Hi hon, did you have a good day at work?' It certainly set the tone for
another eventful Friday evening! I left Emma to it and fixed myself something to eat. Some while later I
heard Emma shout down from the bedroom “Hey, could you lend me a hand here babe?” I clinbed the stairs
and entered the bedroom.

Em was standing by the bed in her shiny black pvc garter belt and sheer nylon black seamed stockings. She
looked one hell of a sight! “I need you to get my seams arrow straight please, darling.” she said. They were
perfectly straight already and I realised that she was teasing me. I pulled them around a little and pronounced
them dead straight. She was standing with her legs apart and I couldn't resist giving her pussy a good licking
while I was on hands and knees attending to her seamed stockings. It was noticeably wet with her juices
already. “Hmmm yes! Get me all wet and horny before I go out babe...I'll be gagging for those big strong
cocks to fuck me in Roxy's tonight!” said Em. I lapped at her cunt with renewed vigour!

“Now disappear while I finish getting all tarted up for my night out!” Em ordered me. I knew she would be
putting on some outrageously slutty outfit and, this time, I was sure that she wouldn't sneek out of the side
door without letting me feast my eyes on her first.

It was another 45 minutes before she came downstairs. When I saw her I was totally gobsmacked! A skin
tight rubber dress that was made from semi transparent pink latex hugged her body. High gloss black pvc
thigh boots that almost came right up to her crotch...the same ones she'd worn a couple of weeks ago. She
looked like a bimbo fuckdoll. Glossy pink lipstick and heaps of black eye make-up, she'd also put on long
false eyelashes. Her bleached blonde hair was backcombed into a 'big hair' look. But the most striking aspect
of her appearance was that the black pvc garter belt and straps were highly visible through her slutty latex
dress...and so was the fact that she wore no g-string or thong!

“Fuckinghell Em! That is, without doubt, the most slutty outfit I've ever seen anyone wear!” My erection had
caused a huge bulge in my pants and Emma noticed it. “Oh! Looks like you approve of my choice then!” she
said. “It's a little risque...even for Roxys on a Friday night...but what the hell...I don't think any of the guys
there are going to complain, do you? Besides, if anyone comes on to me too strong, Terry, Wes and Joe will
all be there to come to my rescue!”

“Why all the fuss over straightening your seams?” I asked her. “Your stockings are hidden by your boots!”

“Oh, that was just to tease you, babe!” she said. “Although I really did want you to give me a good licking! I
changed my stockings anyway. Those fully fashioned silk seamed stockings are difficult to get and they're
expensive too. I don't want to ruin them. I've just got plain black ones on now.”

Em pulled on her black satin jacket...just in case she needed to cover up, she said, gave me a peck on the
cheek...and gave my cock a good firm squeeze! Then she went out to the garage and left. “See you whenever
babe! Bye cucky.”

Cucky? I guess she'd be calling me that a lot now. Well, I suppose I had been cuckolded by her, so why not!
I watched some tv and, later, took a large bourbon up to the bedroom at about midnight. I knew that Emma
would get back at around 1.30am and I intended to stay awake. So I looked at some cuckold porn on my
laptop. It got to 2am and she still wasn't home. I knew that Roxy's closed at 1. Just after 2.15 I heard the front
door open. Emma stumbled upstairs and into the bedroom.

“Oh shit! I'm a bit pissed darling. There's no way I could drive home! Terry gave me a ride back in his love
van. Oh, I call it that because he's got a fucking mattress in the back! Fucking mattress? Oh, that's so apt! It
really is a mattress for fucking on and I've been fucked on it by 5 guys tonight...and that's not counting Wes
and Joe who both fucked me in the back of the van on the way home, cucky!”

Emma was clearly quite drunk. She clambered onto the bed and knelt astride my face, her pussy lined up
over my mouth. “Eat!” is all she said. So I did. The cum was really gushing out of her. 7 loads she said. I
lapped away at it and gave her clit lots of licks too. She moaned as if she was enjoying my efforts. Then she
suddenly got up, turned around and knelt down again, this time with her ass positioned right over my mouth!
“Two of the guys assfucked me, cucky. You'll need to push your tongue all the way in and lick it out!” She
helpfully pulled her asscheeks wide apart and more cum, rather brownish in colour, started to seep out of her
well fucked asshole!

It was filthy and it was gross! But I had a massive erection, which proved it was also arousing me a great
deal. I could see that Emma was working her ass muscles to push the turgid mix out and into my waiting
mouth. She leant all the way forwards and took my cock into her mouth, sucking on it like a turbo charged
vacuum cleaner! I didn't last very long before shooting a huge load straight down her throat!

“So, five guys fucked you on the mattress in the back of Terry's van, eh?” I asked Em. “Had you used his
van to fuck in before, on previous Fridays?”

“Yes, cucky! I've used it every week! The first time it was Terry himself, but then he left the keys with me
and said that Wes and Joe would both be coming out to fuck me too. Then I'd borrow the keys off him every
time I met a guy in Roxys that I wanted to fuck me! Tonight it was 5 of them...but not all together! Tell you
what, come with me to Roxys next week and you'll see what a slut I am! I've already told Terry, Wes and Joe
that I've cuckolded you and I'm free to fuck anyone I want now!”

Emma rolled off me, took off her boots and latex dress, and went to sleep almost immediately. I drifted off
too, thinking all about what it would be like next Friday, watching my slutty hotwife take regular trips out to
the car park to get fucked by a succession of different men. My erection had returned again!

Chapter 8

We stayed in Saturday night. Emma needed a day off alcohol after her over indulgence last night. She was on
the internet and showed me some of the outrageous fetish clothes that she wanted to order online.

In the space of a couple of hours we had ordered nearly a thousand bucks worth of new slutwear for her. A
pair of black high heeled pvc ankle boots that had long pointy toes jutting out some 6 inches from the end of
her own toes! They were specialist bdsm boots! A pair of very shiny red pvc thigh high boots with 4 inch
platforms and 8 inch sky-high heels, they had several chrome buckles and were covered in chrome studs. A
couple of stunning rubber latex catsuits, one silver and one black, both skin tight with 4 way crotch zips and
further zips on the sleeves and legs to get an absolutely skin tight fit all over. And three super short micromini
skirts, one in shiny red latex and two in high gloss pvc, a black one and a blue one. All three had front
zips that opened from the bottom up.

On Tuesday evening, when we were just curled up on the couch watching a movie, Emma got a call from
Josh, wanting to know if she was still on for his friend's party next Saturday. She assured him that she was
and asked him what sort of party it would be. I could only hear Em's side of the conversation and, after Josh
had finished telling her, she said “So, if I dress up in something sexy that'll be ok will it?” He must have
given her an emphatic 'yes' because she then said “Oh, alright then, that's good. Yes, I like the idea of you
showing me off to your friends...I hope they'll be suitably impressed! Can you pick me up from home? Ok,
see you at 8 then.”

“I think Josh has been telling all his friends about me. It sounds like he wants me to put myself about with
them on Saturday! Hmm, that could be good fun!” Emma said, after she'd finished the call. A month ago a
conversation like this would never have happened but now it seemed perfectly normal.

Friday evening came round and, this time, I'd be going to Roxys with Em. Some of the fetish gear that she'd
ordered online had already arrived and Em had earmarked the shiny blue pvc micro-mini skirt for tonight.
She wore it with the expensive black silk seamed stockings she had teased me with the other night, a black
pvc garter belt and a tight fitting black fishnet t-shirt that was completely see-thru! The long pointy toe ankle
boots hadn't come yet so she put on her glass platform pole dancers shoes. She looked every bit the trashy
slut again in her tarty 'fuck me' outfit. Her glossy blue skirt was only six inches long. It sat on her hips and
just reached crotch level. At present the front zip was closed but I guessed it wouldn't be in Roxys later! Her
8 garter belt straps were very visible, given that the darker black band at the top of her seamed stockings
were a good few inches lower than the hem of her tiny little skirt! Pure eye-candy!

We took my car so that Em didn't have to worry about drink driving. She was likely to get bought a lot of
drinks tonight! We had decided that, unlike our night out before when we stayed separate, we'd go into
Roxys together. “But I'll be going off with different guys from time to time, cucky!” Emma stated in a very
matter of fact way.

We headed straight to the bar and Em spotted Terry right away. I decided to have a bit of fun with this
potentially awkward situation. “Hi Terry, you laid my decking didn't you...and then you laid my wife!” I
waited a split second and then broke into a big broad grin. The ice was broken and we all relaxed. “Wes and
Joe not here yet?” Em asked Terry.

“They'll be late. They've been working all week out of town and they're still on their way back.” Terry told
her. “But don't worry, the van stayed with me! I'll give you the keys now...the way you're dressed tonight I
think you'll need them sooner rather than later!” More laughter.

Terry went off to talk to some other friends and Em announced “I'm going to circulate a bit.” She had made a
lot of acquaintances at Roxys over the past few weeks and I had no doubt she wouldn't be averse to fucking
some of them a second time! I stayed at the bar with my beer and watched her say 'Hi' to a few different guys
around the place.

She settled at a table in the middle with 4 guys and 2 women sitting there drinking and chatting. She sat
down on one guy's lap...she obviously knew him...and her tarty little skirt rode up enough to expose her bare
shaved cunt. The guy slipped his hand under Em's ass and I suspect his finger had gone straight up her lubed
asshole! I learnt tonight, when she was getting ready, that she's been lubing her asshole up before going out
“just in case I get assfucked” she said! Tonight she had me do it for her before we left home!

Em was squirming around on this guys lap now. Further evidence that his finger was, indeed, already up her
asshole! After a few minutes they both got up and headed over towards the exit. I knew exactly what was
happening! I stayed put at the bar.

About 15 minutes later the guy came back in on his own. Emma followed a moment later and came straight
over to me. She took my hand and placed it firmly under her skirt on her cunt. It was oozing loads of cum! I
looked down and there was cum running down the inside of her leg too! “Don't worry cucky, I'm not going
to make you lick his spunk out of me in here!” she re-assured me. “I'm just going to let it all drip out so that
other men will see what an easy slut I am to fuck!” And then she wandered off again!

This time she rejoined Terry and was introduced to the 3 guys he was chatting to. They all made a big fuss of
her. I'm sure that Terry had already told them she would be up for a good fucking! Sure enough, after about
10 minutes I saw Em take the van keys out of her purse and hold them up in front of the 3 guys. But I was a
little surprised to see all 3 of them together follow Em outside!

They were gone almost half an hour. When they finally came back in Emma looked very dishevelled. Her
hair had that 'dragged through a hedge backwards' look. There were cum stains in her hair and on her fishnet
top, which she'd made no attempt to remove. Once again she came over to me at the bar. Several guys near
me were looking at her in astonishment. “One in my cunt, one up my ass and one in my mouth.” she proudly
announced to me, then gave me a big wet open mouthed french kiss, using her tongue to push as much of the
cum that remained in her mouth right into mine! There was more cum dribbling down the inside of her legs
too and her false eyelashes had come off. “Going to the bathroom for running repairs.” she said.

Just after she came back Wes and Joe walked in. They both greeted her with kisses and hugs. Joe stepped
back and admired her outfit. He reached for the zip on her slutty little pvc skirt and opened it up more than
half way. Emma made no attempt to zip it back down again. “You remember my husband from the decking
job last summer?” she asked them. They both said “Yeah, hi.” and went back to flirting with Em.

Over the next hour and a bit I saw Emma go out to Terry's van with both Wes and Joe, separately. She also
spent time groping and flirting audaciously with a young Arabic looking guy on one of the couches before
also going out to the van with him!

By 1am Emma seemed ready to go. She came over to where I was propped up at the bar, gave my cock a
rather hard squeeze and said “If you want sloppy 7th's take me home...or is it 8th's? 9th's? I've kind of lost
count cucky!”

She spent most of the journey home gently rubbing my crotch, careful not to let me cum. We went straight
into the bedroom and Em straddled my face on the bed. “Do your duty before I let you cum!” she said as she
pulled her labia wide open to help all the spunk she'd taken flow straight out into my mouth. Once it had
finished pouring out she turned herself around and this time pulled her asscheeks wide apart above my
mouth. “And in here!” she announced, rather unnecessarily as gooey brown cum was already oozing out
from her well fucked, lubed up, asshole!

“Now it's your turn, darling. Fuck my sloppy puffy stretched out cunt. Let's see if I can even feel your little
prick in there!” It was steel hard and, to my mind, not at all little! But Em was in cuckold cockteasing mode
and I wasn't exactly complaining! I climbed on top of her and began fucking her with real purpose!

I clearly wasn't going to last very long. When she reached around to my asshole, shoved a finger right up
inside it and thrust it in and out quite vigorously I came like an express train deep in her cunt! “Oh! I just felt
something!” she teased cruelly. I let her out from underneath me. She took her slutty outfit off and we
quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 9

Saturday morning we both did some household chores and Emma got another call from Josh confirming he'd
be over at 8pm to collect her. On the basis that we didn't want him recognising me from the previous
Wednesday evening at Xyte, we agreed that she would go straight out to Josh's car when he arrived and not
invite him in. Em had told him that she was married but not that her husband had actually been watching
them both in Xyte all evening!

Soon after 6 she went up to have a bath and get herself ready in good time. I took her up a white wine about
7 and she was in the dressing room putting on lashings of heavy tarty make-up. It was almost 8 before I
heard her come down the stairs. She came into the living room and I gasped at the amazing sight in front of
me! Her bleached blonde hair was backcombed and teased out to look incredibly trashy. There was a large
heavily studded black pvc choker tight around her neck...it had metal spikes sticking out from it for fucks
sake! Below that was a short glossy pvc rain mac that came down to crotch level where it met her long
glossy black pvc crotch high platform boots! A vision in shiny black pvc, apart from a very wide red pvc belt
that was pulled extra tight around her slim waist and matched the glossy red lipstick she'd put on.

A pair of huge silver hoop earings hung down and rested on the shoulders of her slutty looking shiny mac.
She'd also put on some fingerless black pvc gloves. It was a truly awesome sight! “What's under your rain
mac?” I asked. Emma lifted the front of her glossy mac up and showed me. Nothing! Apart from the black
pvc garter belt with 8 wide black garter straps that were hooked onto stockings, hidden inside of her crotch
high boots!

“I thought it would be fun to wear my sexy little mac just on its own as a sort of kinky fetish dress. What do
you think, babe?” I told her she looked devastating...that it was the horniest, trashiest, most outrageously
decadent tarty outfit that I had ever seen! It was almost obscenely slutty!

“Oh, thank you! You say the nicest things, darling! The point is, will lots of guys want to fuck me, looking
like this? I got the impression from Josh that this is going to be more of an orgy than a party! He's obviously
told all of his mates about this hot chick he fucked last Wednesday. And I do so want to live up to their high
expectations!” she said with a huge grin on her face!

Em turned away from me, bent over and said “Look!” There was a large buttplug in her ass! “It stretches me
open so I can take really big cocks up my asshole! It's also useful to hold all the cum in there...for you to eat
up when I get home, cucky!”

We heard Josh pull up on the drive and Emma went straight out of the front door to meet him. I peeked out
the corner of the window and watched her bound up to him, embrace him tightly and kiss him passionately
full on the lips. Now Josh seemed like a very cool guy, but even he looked visibly flustered when he'd taken
in just how incredibly stunning Emma looked tonight!

I had planned an evening watching sport on the tv, enjoying a few beers and then a movie. Em had given me
strict instructions not to jerk off...she wanted my balls blue and full for when she got home! I'd had a raging
erection since the moment she'd come down the stairs. I only half concentrated on the football and then the
movie. My mind constantly turned to what Emma might be doing right now. It seemed certain that she'd get
fucked by multiple guys but, knowing her, there'd be some additional surprises too!

I took a large bourbon up to the bedroom around 1am, figuring that Em would get home around 2 or 3. I
even dozed a bit, but by 5am she still wasn't back! I must have dozed more because when I heard the front
door, I looked at the bedside clock and it was just gone 6.30. It had started to get light outside.

Emma came straight up into the bedroom. She looked dishevelled to say the least! There were unmistakeable
cum stains all over her pvc mac and boots! “I'm totally fucked out!” is the first thing she said. “To be honest
I lost count, but it had to be well over a dozen guys that fucked me...maybe a whole lot more! Oh, babe! I've
been such a bad wife tonight! I really wish you'd been there to see some of the things I did!” Emma climbed
on top of me as she spoke, straddled my face and placed her very red raw looking cunt over my mouth.
“Soothe my poor swollen cunt for me darling...gently with your tongue...it's taken one hell of a battering
tonight!”

I did as she wished. There was a constant stream of cum seeping out. I swallowed it down but still it kept on
coming! “I need to take my buttplug out!” Em said as she turned around, hoisted up her shiny pvc mac and
lined her asshole up right over my mouth. “Ease it out slowly, babe! My ass has taken an almighty pounding!
As well as all the cocks I've had, some of the guys were shoving bottles and heavens knows what else up
there!” Before I even got the buttplug half way out, cum began pouring out of Emma's asshole. It seemed
like it was full up to the brim! As it came from deeper inside her asshole it became much browner and more
turgid. I persevered and must have drunk down over half a pint of spunk by the time it stopped flowing out!
Her asshole remained fully dilated and showed no sign of returning to normal. I pushed my tongue right
inside and licked around. “Oh! That's nice!” she said.

“Assfuck me babe! You've never done that before...and so many other guys have!” Emma got onto all fours
and thrust her well used asshole up in the air. I wasted no time in burying my rock hard cock balls deep up
her ass. It didn't even seem to touch the sides! I fucked her furiously, gripping her pvc mac to get extra
thrust. “Are you in yet, hon? Only teasing you! How does it feel to finally be fucking my dirty brown shit
hole that so many other men have fucked already?” Emma kept up the filthy crude talk until I shot a huge
load of cum deep inside her gaping asshole. I'd been calling her a dirty whoring cumslut and other choice
names throughout the fucking...which made her buck her ass even more!

We both fell asleep almost immediately...Emma still in her fetishwear, boots and gloves! At about 11am I
woke up and fucked her again...she hardly stirred but mumbled “Hmmm, that's nice!”

Chapter 10

I brought some coffee up to the bedroom later. Emma had woken up and finally taken off last nights outfit.
“Tell me all the sordid details about last night then.” I said to her. Em propped herself up onto some pillows
and launched into what was an utterly staggering description of the depraved kinks and outrageous events of
last night's party.

“To begin with it seemed like a normal party, but with rather more groping and high jinks going on than
usual. Josh had introduced me to some of his friends...he was keen to show me off...so I flirted with them and
cockteased them pretty wickedly! The guy whose party it was was much older than Josh, a black guy, Mikey,
about mid 40's. Most of his friends were black and in their 30's and 40's. There were loads more men than
women there. It was a big house with lots of bedrooms. I noticed that the 4 or 5 women had disappeared
quite quickly up to bedrooms with either one guy or several guys. Josh told me later that they were all hired
escorts! Mikey had paid them to fuck all the men at the party.

“Couples drifted back into the main party room from the bedrooms and the women let different men fuck
them in full view of everyone there. I had been sitting on a couch getting nicely fingered by Josh and Mikey.
I got their cocks out and sucked them off when I saw it was now a free for all orgy that was going on. A big
black guy, Charlie, lifted me off the couch to dance with him. His hands were everywhere and when he
discovered my buttplug he bent me over and showed everyone! He said I was asking for a good butt fucking
and he got me kneeling in front of the couch, pulled the buttplug out and shoved his huge cock straight up
my asshole! It's a good job I'd lubed it up...he was massive!

“Charlie was the first to cum in my ass but then others followed. It seemed like they'd formed a queue! I
reckon 6 or 7 black men all fucked my ass in quick succession without me even moving position! Josh just
sat on the sofa and held onto my hand throughout it all. When they'd finished I told Josh to put my buttplug
back in. I even told him that my husband was a cuckold and would be eating out all that cum when I got
home! I had a couple more bacardi cokes and snogged Josh some more.

“He said let's go up to a bedroom and have some fun. I told him he could fuck me on the couch here, I wasn't
shy. But he said we'd have more fun in a bedroom. He led me up to a particular bedroom up on the 3rd floor
attic. It only had a single bed and there were handcuffs already fixed to the 4 corners of the bed. He asked if I
trusted him to look after me and I said yes. He told me to say a safe word if I wanted something to stop. I
chose 'cuckold' as my safe word! Don't ask me why! I lay on my back on the bed and Josh fastened all 4
cuffs on me. He also attached a leg spreader between my ankles which held my legs open ever so wide. Then
he climbed on me and fucked me like a rag doll. I've never been fucked like that before and I had fantastic
orgasms...the thrill of doing it like that was so exciting!

“Mikey came into the room and fucked me straight after Josh had cum in me. Mikey was even rougher with
me! He spat in my face and called me a cheap tart, a cumdump and lots of other nasty names I can't even
remember. I had more orgasms...longer and better than before! Mikey pulled out of my cunt before he'd cum
and he sprayed jet after jet of warm creamy spunk all over my face and hair. Josh left the room for a moment
but came straight back with about another 6 men. They were all over me with a succession of cocks in my
cunt and cocks in my mouth! They all sprayed their spunk over me and my mac, boots, face and hair were
totally covered in cum! My orgasms had gone from amazing to out of this world...some of the guys would
give my clit a little rub and I'd be bucking up uncontrollably!

“They released me from the cuffs but kept the leg spreader on me, turned me over and re-fastened the cuffs
as I lay face down on the bed now. I could look sideways at them and thought they were going to blindfold
me, but they didn't. I saw that Mikey had a solid looking wooden paddle in his hand. Josh said 'this is going
to hurt you more than it is us!' Mikey pulled my pvc mac up at the back and brought it down hard on my
asscheeks! I yelped. I also felt another orgasm building! He hit me with the paddle about another 10 times
and I was orgasming after about the first 3! Josh then took over with a different paddle, a whippy leather one
that really stung! Honestly, babe, I loved it. It's the first time I've been in a bdsm session and I want to do it
again! I never used my safe word! Look at my asscheeks...you won't have seen them when we fucked last
night because I still had my mac on!”

I took a look at Em's ass and, sure enough, it was glowing red still! “Does it hurt?” I asked her. She said
“Yes, but in a nice way...a sort of sexy way if you know what I mean! They told me that if I come back again
to another party then they'd use the cane on me. And that would leave welt marks for 2 or 3 weeks! I said I'd
love to come to another party but I'd want to bring my cuckold husband along to watch me being abused! I
don't know why I said that...it just came into my head! Anyway, they said you would have to be tied up and
restrained while you watched and expect to have some fun made of you! I do want to go back again, but it's
entirely your call if you come with me or not, hon!”

“Oh! Just you try and stop me! I'd love to come next time, Em!” I told her.

“Good. Mikey's got my number as well as Josh now. He said it'll be in a few weeks time. Now, I haven't
finished telling you what happened. The best bit's still to come!”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How the hell is the best bit still to come after all of that? To think that
just a couple of weeks ago we were in an unfulfilling marriage with issues we hadn't even talked about after
4 years! Now the brakes were off and we're going down the hill almost out of control!

Emma continued. “Well, after Mikey and Josh had finished thrashing me with the paddles and my orgasms
had subsided, some other men had entered the bedroom. They took their turns to push cocks in my mouth
and up my asshole and they too sprayed loads of warm spunk all over me! It was running off my mac and
boots. My hair was soaked and my face totally covered. That was when Mikey said he needed to take a piss!
He just got his cock out and pissed all over me, hon! Others did the same, except some of them came round
to the front of me and told me to 'open wide' and drink it! Well, I would have done anything they wanted by
this stage...I was in sexual heaven! Their piss tasted a little salty but I must admit I loved it!

“Mikey meanwhile had seen that my asshole was still gaping wide open from all the fucking it had taken
from so many huge black cocks. So, he told the next guy who was about to piss on me to aim it right into my
open ass! Bullseye! I could feel my ass filling up with warm piss to mix with all the cum that was already up
there!

“Yes, darling! When you drank the contents of my ass last night it wasn't just cum you were drinking...it was
their piss too! Oh...I see you little cock has got even harder! The more humiliating the things I make you do,
the more it turns you on, doesn't it cucky! Oh my! I'm going to have a lot of fun tormenting you with the
most humiliating things my perverted little mind can think of...just you wait...I've got some really disgusting
plans for you in the future!

“Anyway, a couple of other guys did the same and pissed up my ass. I had my face buried in the piss soaked
pillow at this point but I felt what I thought was a beer bottle being shoved up my gaping asshole...maybe
some other objects too. When this had finished I told Josh to put the buttplug back in so I could feed it all to
my cuckold husband for his supper! I cleaned myself up a little bit...not too much because I wanted you to
see just what a slutty cumdump I'd been for all those guys! Josh drove me home. I had no idea of the time
until I realised dawn was breaking and looked at my watch on the way back.”

“That sounds like one hell of a party!” I said when Emma had finally finished. “And you really do want to go
back for more?”

“Oh, absolutely yes! 100% yes! Honestly babe, I've never ever had such body shattering orgasms as I had
last night. I'm just hoping I get to have them again next time! I think with you being there, all tied up and
humiliated, that alone will get my juices running, even before those guys start subjecting me to all the kinky
bdsm and toilet abuse that they've promised me! Oh, that reminds me! Mikey said I would have to be his full
service toilet slave next time! What do you think he meant by that, babe?.....