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It all started when my husband came home in a blue dress.
My name is Kim. I'm a forty-something housewife living in suburban America; Sunday church, bible study. I have a daughter named Stacy... I think you've met her, everyone has. I'm easy to spot at PTA meetings as I'm the short red head with long skirts, peter pan collars and low heeled shoes. My husband Ron is a cowboy wanna be - he looks the part but he's never riden a horse and I seriously doubt has ever eaten a bowl of chili.
I was on the phone in the kitchen on some idle Tuesday night talking with Donna about the food drive we're trying to organize when Ron walks through the living room wearing a blue dress. My reaction, as yours would have been was, 'What the fuck did I just see?"
So I did what you probably would have done... pretended I didn't see anything at all. After I got off the phone, he came into the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine - because that always makes things go smoother - while we talked at the dining table. He asked me to not talk for a while and just listen to what he had to say with an open mind. He's my husband and provider for over twenty years so I agreed.
In a calm voice he took the next hour to explain that he was done fucking women, 'no more pussy' as he put it. He asked that I put him in forever chastity and have sex with other men while flaunting it in front of him.
Please understand that he's the only man I've ever had sex with, and it's always been in the dark with me on my back. I mean, we haven't even seen each other naked, nor had sex in years. Both are quite common for women my age. When I asked where was this all coming from, he replied simply that something had been unlocked tonight and he wasn't going back, no matter the consequences.
Not sure what to make of it all, I went back to life as usual for the next couple weeks. I didn't mention it or bring it up, intriguing as it may have been, but I had to test his sincerity. Towards that end, I told him if he was serious, to sit down and write out what he wanted - all of it - and order a top of the line chastity device. I made it clear that, once we crossed this line there was no going back.
To be honest I thought the subject would never come up again, but to my surprise Ron had a stainless steel chastity device over nighted and all but wrote me a dissertation on long term chastity as it relates to men's health, and cuckolding within a week. He prepared me a romantic evening with a candlelit dinner and laid out his expectations. I had an idea of where I wanted this to go - the power he was giving me, if not begging me to possess - and his committment to it. He made it abundantly clear that I could do anything I wanted so long as he remained locked up.
I didn't expect it, but a wave of power washed over me as I put the device on him and locked it tight. I made him watch as I put the keys into the toilet and flushed them. His sex was mine now. Is this how men feel? This level of power?
He opened this door and I was going to lead us through it. It was my mission to focus solely on my sexual pleasure and humiliate him - and I think that's what he wanted. I smiled and said, "I locked up your cock as a favor to the world. It's small and pathetic. It's never given me any pleasure - I barely noticed you were there to be honest - and now it's no longer a problem. For anyone."
I smiled as I continued, "You're moving into the spare bedroom tonight - my bedroom is for men only, and you're a bitch now. You have five minutes to go put on a dress from the clothes I bought you. Take any longer and you don't get to watch me fuck a real man tonight."
He opened his mouth to speak but I snapped my fingers. "No. Don't speak until I speak to you, bitch. You're lucky I even let you look at me."
It took only a couple minutes and he returned wearing a French maid's outfit.
"Now, I want you to call Travis and tell him to come over right now but don't tell him why. When he gets here, we're going to sit at the kitchen table and you're going to beg him to fuck me in the living room," I said sliding my right hand down to my pussy and rubbing it.
Smiling I taunted, "You could have had this pussy anytime you wanted it... any place you wanted it... but it's no longer yours so now I'm going to fuck all the men I can, beginning with all your friends, married or not. This pussy belongs to all men."
Travis was a real cowboy, not a wanna-be. The dirt under his nails was a real as the mud on his boots and his denim jeans. He was cowboy strong. He knew how to rope horses and drive cattle. His wife Sharon was a bit of a prude and hated sex. I knew this because she told me many times in church.
For the most part, I let Ron do the talking as it was part of his humiliation. I wanted him to come out to another man that he was in chastity, how he would never have me again, and wanted other men to fuck his wife. Whether he wanted it or not, Ron was going to be 'out' about our new lifestyle. I wasn't going to hide it... quite the contrary, I was going to flaunt it.
Travis was five-foot-ten and two-hundred-and-fifty pounds with a slight spare tire but a lot of muscle. He was clean-shaven with a crew cut and had brown hair and brown eyes.
He wasn't sure how to take this, and I didn't blame him, so I started to rub my pussy while we were sitting at the table. I glared at Ron and he finally said it.
"Travis, would you please fuck my wife for me? She needs a real man with a hard cock. She needs to be fucked like a woman, the way only a real man can. Taken."
I smiled at my husband and shook my head. "No bitch, I told you to beg him."
For a moment he got a shocked look on his face but he complied. "Travis, would you please... please fuck my wife for me? I'm not worthy of her pussy. She needs a real man. Please!"
He looked at me and raised a brow. "Is this what you really want?"
I nodded as I slid two fingers into my body. "Yes. He's not kidding about needing a real man. He's got a tiny cock, no stamina and can't get fully hard. He's wearing a dress for criying out loud!"
Travis nodded, took me by my hand gently and led me to the living room. "I'll fuck you, but on a few conditions: One, all your holes are fair game. Two, we start recording these sessions. Three, I'm taking over your life Kim. If I send a man here, you fuck him, no questions asked. When you go out in public, you are to dress like a slut - lots of high mini skirts, low cut blouses or tops off the shoulder. No bra or panties ever. Four, no condoms ever. Five, you will not say no to an adult male no matter where you are or who he is. Your bedroom will be a revolving door of men. Last, by the end of the week I want you to get 'Slut' tattooed on your back right shoulder. The both of you will be 'out' about this."
I looked at my husband and said, "Go fetch the camera and tripod, bitch." After he left I looked at Travis and said, "I'll do all that and one better... when you want me to fuck me, call my cell phone. I'll drop what I'm doing to fuck men. Prostitution is legal here so, if you can sell me, please do so."
Within a few minutes Ron had returned and set up the camera and tripod. I looked at my husband and said, "Start recording then sit your ass down in a chair at the kitchen table and watch how a real man fucks." I looked at Travis and said, "Don't be gentle."
He smiled, grabbed me by the back of my hair, and threw me to the ground on all fours. "I wasn't going to be, slut." and with that he shoved his rock hard cock into my pussy harrd, slamming it home quickly and deeply. He grabbed my hips firmly and pounded away on my pussy.
It felt so fantastic to finally have a real man inside of me! It hurt like hell but it was what I needed. I screamed as much in pain as in pleasure. He wasn't particularly hung but he was solid and filled me up.
He shoved as hard and fast as he could in and out of me. "Is this what you want, slut? Huh? Do you like this cock?!" He was fucking me so hard, I couldn't answer. "Fucking SLUT! I'm going to cum in all your holes tonight while your bitch husband watches, then I'm taking you to the truck stop where you'll lot lizard till dawn! Your husband will watch from the restaurant as you get fucked in rig after rig after rig. I'll charge a quarter a fuck and you wont come home until you've earned ten dollars."
With that he spanked my ass hard with both of his hands. All I could do was scream in pleasure, my knees buckling and ready to cum on his cock. I looked at my bitch husband and I could tell he was getting hard in his cage. "Keep your fucking hands on the arms of the chair, bitch!"
I pushed back hard against him and lightning shot through my body. My breasts bounced violently, I lowered my head between my shoulder blades and drove against him as hard as I could. He responded by grabbing my hips with both hands again and hammering my pussy.
"Tomorrow night we're inviting all of Ron's friends over and you'll take them upstairs one by one. Everyone else will stay downstairs playing poker and your bitch husband will serve us drinks."
I rolled onto my side and started to cum... my knees pulling up towards my breasts. He reached down with one of his hands and wrapped my hair around his hand. "That's right, cum bitch! Cum all over this cock! It's just the beginning!"
All I could do was breathe heavily and scream. I'd never known such pleasure or such pain. I found myself clawing at the carpet in the living room. For his part, he wasn't slowing down. He was as hard as a rock and fucking me for all I was worth. "And you're getting those tits done - you're going up to DD, Kim."
After making eye contact with my bitch husband I said, "THIS is how a man fucks, Ron!"
Slapping my flat hand on the carpet floor, I screamed in orgasm... my first in years.
I glared at my bitch husband and he knew what to do. "Sir, could you please cum inside of my wife?"
"And if I do, should I stop fucking her?" He asked smiling at my husband.
"No, sir - keep going. Please keep fucking her after you cum." He replied.
He grunted as he stroked inside of her. "She's got a tight pussy, Ron...not that you'll ever feel it, but I'll make sure other men do."
Grabbing the carpet in my fingers, I pulled with all my strength as he filled me up with his seed. "FUCK! YES! I can feel you!" I screamed as my body quivered. He pulsated but true to his word, he kept pumping my pussy even after he emptied his balls.
I was still convulsing on the floor like a whore when he pulled out and slid his cock into my mouth. "Yes. That's it. Clean it off and get it hard again, slut."
'Travis..." I began while looking at my husband, "is a man tonight. I, for the first time in my life, am a woman - and you are a bitch, dear. I no longer love you or respect you, not after this night."
Using long, slow, smooth strokes he pushed in and out of my mouth and throat. He placed his hands on either side of my head and moved it back and forth. "Yes. There you go, whore. Take your time. Enjoy it. Now get those fingers into your pussy and fuck yourself."
A quick glance at my bitch husband saw his hands on the arms of the chair, muscles flexing - and his cock cage was straining. One of the few times I knew he was completely hard...to bad he was never getting out. Knowing he was unable to get release only made my orgasms harder. I had total power over his cock and I was going to abuse it.
Looking up at Travis, I obeyed knowing that at last I had a real man, and by morning I would be a real whore.
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