My Neighbors Sex Slave, My Wife

Chapter 1

The Introduction

For the past 18 months my wife has been .... well how can it be

said ... a slut, a whore, a sexual pet, a toy, ....while they all apply,

the best way to say it is that my wife has been the sexual property of

my next-door neighbor for the last 18 months. The term "sex slave" is

used a lot in stories on the net, and, I think, means different things to

different people. In this case the term should be taken literally.

Shelly, my bride, my wife of 18 years, will , without hesitation, obey

my neighbor Dave. She'll do whatever he says .... anything, anytime,

anywhere, with whomever, however, and for as long as he tells her. She

looks, dresses, and uses her body as Dave prescribes. She'll drop

whatever she's doing if he calls. She'll break any plans we may have if

he wants her somewhere at some future time. How am I sure that she's

given herself to him so totally ? Because she's demonstrated it to Dave

and, yes to me, time and time again.

I' getting ahead of myself. Let's lay a little groundwork. My

name is Alan, I'm 42 and a mid-level executive at a rather large

mid-western electronics company. I'm an average looking guy, about

5'10", 200 pounds, a little thin on top and, while not in great shape, I

can walk up a flight of stairs without wheezing. I guess I'm what most

people would consider a "regular guy", with a fairly conservative,

suburban, mow-the-lawn on Saturday, see-a-movie-on-Saturday-night life.

At one time I thought of myself as sexually adventurous, but in reality I

consider eating my wife's pussy living on the edge. In a nutshell I'm

the kind of guy you'd probably want for a neighbor (when you read the

rest of this story I'm 100% sure that you'd want to be my neighbor).

My wife's name is Shelly, she's 40 years old, about 5'6" and

weighs in at about 130 pounds. Shelly is a relatively "average" looking

woman. She's got a pretty face although her nose is a little on the

pointy side and she has a few wrinkles around her eyes ... fairly typical

on a 40 year old woman. Her body is in better than average condition.

We never had kids (she couldn't) so she's a little firmer than most

women her age. I won't lie to you, she doesn't have huge breasts that

curve up towards the sky .... Shelly's a 37B and her breasts do droop

just a little, although she does have rather large nipples and areolas.

She has a medium complexion .... she gets a little white in the winter,

but tans nicely in the summer. She has light brown hair that she wears

in a full style at a little more than shoulder length and she has blue

eyes. The blue eyes and brown hair make for an interesting combination

that a good many people seem to notice. Prior to her current situation,

Shelly was, well, lackluster in bed with me. She's always been on the

shy side, and her sexual nature wasn't any different. Despite her quiet

nature I had always thought that she was satisfied sexually .... that she

came to orgasm when we made love. I've since learned that she faked

orgasm with me on a regular basis ... she was a good actress.

My neighbor's name is Dave. We all live on a quiet street with

little traffic -- a nice suburban neighborhood. Our house is on the

corner and Dave's is right next door. Our house is a 10 year old, 2000

square foot ranch. Dave's is similar, except that he has a small

in-ground pool, and a fence that encloses his backyard. We don't have

any neighbors to the rear -- our side of the street backs up to a wooded

area. Dave is 27 years old, about 6 foot, 190 lbs. He's sandy haired,

built fairly well, and exercises to stay in shape. He's has a Ph.D.. in

history, and is an assistant professor at a major university -- he

teaches European history. He's an interesting and friendly guy that

everyone seems to like. Oh, and he has a thick nine inch cock that he

uses to pound my wife until she whimpers.

With that as background, here's how Chapter's 2 - 5 are laid out.

Chapter 2 - "My wife's day-to-day submission " ... What

happened last week .... a typical week in our new lives.

Chapter 3 - "The Taking of Shelly " ... back in time ... how

Dave took control of Shelly, ...

Chapter 4 - "Summer Vacation Plans" .... Dave's Summer plans for

Shelly (As a college professor he has most of the

summer off and has big plans for my bride's ass.)

Chapter 5 - "2 years later"

Dave moves out of town and gives Shelly to a friend

Chapter 2

"My wife's day-to-day submission "

What happened last week, a typical week in our lives

I think the best place to get this tale going is to describe some

of the events of the past week. In chapters 3 and 4 we'll go back in

time 12-18 months and cover the "funny" things I saw happening before I

found out the whole story, and we'll explore just how an intelligent and

mature 40 year old married woman becomes a total whore to a 27 year old

friend.

But first ..... last week, which was fairly typical of how things are

now.

Monday morning was typical. The alarm went off and I slammed the snooze

button 4 times before finally dragging myself out of bed -- it was 6:30.

As I walked into the bathroom Shelly was still in the shower. We have

a clear glass door and sat on the stool for a minute watching her finish.

She lathered her nearly bare pubic mound as she does every Monday

morning and gently stroked the razor until her cunt was as smooth as a

baby's butt. Dave insisted that she shave smooth at lease once a week,

and in between for special occasions .... like a gang-bang with his

buddies. She rinsed and toweled off. I got a little peck on the cheek

and a good morning as I passed her, taking her place in the warm and

humid shower. My mind began to wander a bit as I thought about our

"situation" and all of it's ramifications ... involuntarily my seven inch

solder began coming to attention. I did my best to put the thoughts

out of my mind because I knew that Dave wouldn't let my wife fuck me

again for at least a week ... He'd probably give me some time on her

after his friends were done with her Saturday night.

Dressed in a crisp blue suit and yellow tie I stopped by the kitchen to

pour a cup of coffee for the road. Shelly hadn't come down yet .. she

must have been in her dressing room ( Dave had insisted that we remodel

the spare bedroom into a giant closet/dressing room for Shelly ... she

now had a huge wardrobe and way too many shoes to fit in our small

closet). Just as I was about to leave for work she strolled into the

kitchen to say good-bye and to wish me a good day. My cock started to

harden again. She had her pretty brown hair pulled back into a pony

tail, her make-up, as always was a little on the heavy side, but expertly

done, she wore a cute little white tennis skirt, a halter top, pink ankle

socks, and 4 inch white pumps. She smiled nervously ... even after a

year of me knowing the score, she still gets a little embarrassed when

Dave has her dress up like this in front of me. By now it was about 7:30

and I had to hit the road. Shelly said that Dave had called her last

night and told her to stop over and wake him at 7:45 ... and that he

wanted her dressed as a slutty "coed".

As I pulled out of the driveway I watched my wife, dressed like an 18

year old hooker, saunter next door. I say "saunter", because that's the

best way to describe what her ass looks like as it moves from side to

side perched on tall heels. I know what'll happen when she gets there.

She'll go to his bedroom, look in and see him sleeping .... a warm smile

will come to her face, she'll feel her face flush and her newly shaved

pussy will begin to instinctively lubricate. Shelly will lick her lips

involuntarily and go to Dave .... she'll slowly peel back the covers,

trying not to wake him. She'll kneel next to his bed and gently slide

her warm, wet tongue up and down the flaccid shaft of his cock. He'll

stir a little ... as though in a wonderful dream. As his prick hardens

Shelly changes her well practiced technique from slow licking to a gently

sucking. The more aroused and harder he becomes, the more my wife sucks.

After a few minutes there's no question that her master is awake and

enjoying his blowjob. He'll reach down and stroke her head ... she's his

pet -- he knows it, and she knows it.

If she's particularly good he may come in her mouth ... if he

becomes a little restless with the blowjob, he'll pull her head up, look

my wife in the eye, and tell her "mount". "Mount" is one of many single

word commands that Dave's taught her to respond to. He'll lay on his

back, prop a pillow under his head and close his eyes. Without speaking

she'll climb on top of him, pull the hem of her little skirt up

(revealing that she's sans panties) and lower her 40 year old body onto

his 27 year old cock. She'll spread her legs as far apart as she can,

and slowly, very slowly, rock back and forth on Dave. After about 5

minutes of the slow, but steady rocking motion my wife will be about

ready to climb the wall with desire for a hard and fast fuck, all the

while staring at her lover's closed eyes, waiting for the signal. The

simple act of opening his eyes tells Shelly that the time has come. She

will untie the halter behind her neck and drop the ends uselessly at her

side. She'll dig her heels into the bed and begin a hard, fast, and wild

fuck. Dave's taught her to be free with her emotions and she'll moan

.... she'll begin to talk, and as she approaches orgasm, she'll get to

the point where she's virtually ready to scream .... in a loud voice

she'll ask if she can come, she'll profess her devotion to his cock,

she'll tell him she's his cunt, that's she'll do what ever he tells her,

that she only wants to please him ..... but could she please come. The

tempo of their coupling will increase .... Dave's body will tense, he'll

spasm and pump my pretty slut of a wife full of his load. When Dave

comes it's the signal to my girl that she can come as well. She'll bump

and grind an wail until she comes is a giant wave while siding on Dave's

9 inch pole. They'll lay together for about 5 minutes until they both

regain some composure ... then She'll slide down his body and take him

into her warm and wet mouth, thoroughly sucking their combined juices

from his now soft cock.

Tuesday was a calm day without incident ... it's fairly normal.

Even a 27 year old in good shape doesn't have sex everyday .... even it

he can take it as he pleases from the neighbor lady at any time, 24 hours

a day, 7 days a week. Even though there are usually two or three days

each week when she's not performing, Shelly never knows when she'll be

called, so she's always .... and I mean ALWAYS, ready. When she's not

given specific instructions on what to wear Shelly uses her own best

judgment. She balances convenience, comfort, and what she knows gets

Dave hot -- there are, however, a few basic rules. With the exception

of a few select outfits that require help in the cleavage department she

is always without a bra. When she's in one of the "cleavage required"

dresses she wears a low cut push up "wonder bra". It works wonders ...

my demure wife takes on a whole new look ... and grabs her share of

attention when she's out. Tuesday she wore a cotton dark print

mini-skirt that was a few inches above her knee. Most of her skirts are

shorter -- about mid-thigh -- but today she needed to get groceries and

run a few errands and the outfit she wore was about as conservative as

she has and can get away with around Dave. In addition to the skirt she

wore black thigh high stockings, the kind that have enough elastic to

hold themselves up without a garter belt, 3" black suede heels with bows

on the back, and a dark pullover. As is almost always the case, she was

braless -- her 37B's swinging loosely under her blouse. The motion of

her unfettered tits moving against the fabric of her blouse helps keep

her nipples hard and pointed and in an aroused state. As always she was

nicely made up, a just a little on the heavy side of tasteful.

Wednesday looked like it was going to be a repeat of Tuesday ....

Shelly hadn't heard from him all day. We'd just slipped into bed for the

night when I heard footsteps downstairs. "Shelly .... Shelly you little

slut, get down here.", he yelled from the living room. Shelly

immediately snapped up and out of bed .... she bolted into the bathroom

to check her hair and make-up (yes, she's required to wear make-up to bed

! ... although no lip gloss as it stains the pillows). Buck naked

except for the little chain around her ankle with the inscription "Dave's

Whore", she slipped into a pair of pink pumps that were beside the bed

for just such an emergency. She was out of the room without looking back

... I watched her as she left, her round ass sliding from side to side as

she walked out. She looked so good ... I was so horny I felt like I was

going to blow at any minute.

I laid in bed for about 30 minutes listening to the action going on

in my living room. Most of what I heard was Shelly ... her loud moaning

and begging to come, and her final scream as she came to a thundering

orgasm. A few minutes later I heard the click of high heeled pumps

coming up the oak staircase .... Shelly came in the room and turned on

the light so I could see her (Dave had told her to) .... She was sweating

like a thoroughbred after a race, her hair was limp and wet as it hung

down, virtually plastered to her ... her body seemed almost red she was

so hot and sweaty ... she looked exhausted ...her eyes looked tired ...

she was just plain worn out from wild fucking. Just as I thought her

little show was over she turned around and spread her legs to about

shoulder length and bent at the waist .. her red ass facing me. As she

reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass apart I could see the come ...

Dave's gooey liquid oozing out of her little asshole and down the inside

of her thigh. She turned out the light, crawled into bed, gave me a

kiss on the cheek and whispered "Dave says that if he thinks you've

whacked off this week that you'll get no pussy for the rest of the month

.... night honey."

Dave doesn't teach on Thursday afternoons, and if there isn't anything

going on at the university he frequently takes off. As a result, my wife

needs to be especially careful with her schedule and when she leaves the

house ... Thursday afternoons have become a "blocked out" time for her

... she's always available. Last Thursday was no exception. Dave

called her at about 9 that morning and told her he wanted her to join him

and his little brother for lunch. Dave's brother, Jeff, was a 18 year

old freshman at the university where his brother taught. Dave told

Shelly that Jeff didn't "know" about her and that she should wear a

moderately conservative outfit ... something that wouldn't give away her

status as a slut, but something that gave enough of a hint at what was

below the surface to get Jeff's attention, but just a little. She chose

a knee length denim dress that buttoned from the scooped neckline all the

way down the front to the hem. Normally when she wore the dress she

didn't wear a blouse under it, and she left a few buttons undone at the

top and several at the bottom -- the way she normally wore it she looked

a bit on the slutty side. But for her lunch with Dave and Jeff she was

buttoned up, she wore a cream colored blouse under the dress ( the dress

was sleeveless and scoop necked ... it was really meant to be worn with a

top) .. she wore one of her "wonder bras" ... it made her look a little

more top heavy, a bit more provocative. She wore mid height, two and a

half inch pumps, sheer black stockings, and a little less makeup than

usual. Since my wife wasn't sure what was up she gave me a call at work

and told me that she was going out and didn't know when she'd be home.

After talking with her for a few minutes it was evident to me that she

thought that it was just going to be lunch ... that Dave didn't intend to

share his little prize with his little brother. She was going to play

the part of friendly neighbor who happened to run in to Dave at the

restaurant. As it turned out ... she couldn't have been more wrong.

As instructed, she arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes before

Dave & Jeff ... there was a 15 minute wait for a table, so she was in the

lobby area waiting when they came in. When Dave saw her he grabbed his

brother and pulled him over to meet Shelly. He introduced her as Mrs.

Anderson, his neighbor Alan's wife. He asked her if she was alone

.... she told him she was, and he invited her to have lunch with them.

As far as his brother Jeff knew it was a chance meeting .... an

innocent meeting of neighbors in a public place.

They were seated , carried on a pleasant conversation, ordered a

light lunch and waited for it to come. Shelly excused herself and went

to the lady's room. When she left, Dave asked his brother if he noticed

the way she was looking at them .... (she really wasn't doing anything

funny , Shelly really thought it was just going to be a relaxing lunch

with the boys) Dave planted the seed with Jeff . He told his brother

that Shelly was coming onto him with her eyes, that she had the body

language of a mature woman who wanted to get laid. Jeff was skeptical,

he told Dave that, while she was mighty fine looking for an older woman

, that he was dreaming if he thought she was coming onto him. Dave

accused Jeff of being blind to the signs, that she wanted it, and in fact

needed to be fucked. Dave bet Jeff $100 against Jeff washing his car

once a week for the next two months that he could not only get her to

spread her legs for him, that within an hour he would have this

housewife acting like a whore and make her actually ask them both if

they'd take her somewhere and fuck her . Jeff laughed at the delusions

of his brother and volunteered to wash his car once a week all summer if

he could pull that off !

When Shelly returned from the lady's room she could tell that

something was up .... she sensed a change in the mood at the table.

Dave began by talking to Shelly about her aerobics class ... what she

wore (spandex thong) ... he asked her if she got much unwanted attention

from men at the club because she wore such a "brief" outfit .... Shelly

caught on quickly ... she could tell immediately where this was leading,

and knowing what Dave wanted, she played along. She said that no, she

didn't get any unwanted attention ... Jeff said, "but Mrs. Anderson, I

can't believe they wouldn't notice a woman as attractive as you in such

a\, well, skimpy outfit." Shelly responded, " I didn't say that they

didn't notice ", she smiled that warm sexy smile, "What I said was I

didn't get any ... unwanted ... attention." With that Dave knew that

she'd picked up on what was happening and what he wanted her to do. He

asked her "Shelly, if you don't mind my asking, are you suggesting that

you enjoy showing off a little for the guys at the club ?" She looked

down into her lap for a moment, then looked up at the men and said, "

well, yes I suppose I do like being a bit of a tease. At my age you begin

to wonder if men still find you attractive. " Dave smiled at her , but

said in a serious tone, "Shelly, if you like showing off so much why are

you covered up so much right now ? I think my brother and I would like

you to go to the lady's room again, and while you're there lose the

blouse and bra, and take of your pantyhose and stuff 'em in your purse.

Then come back and sit with us, I'm sure that we'd enjoy our lunch a bit

more with a better .... view." Shelley's face reddened and she looked

down ... she didn't say anything for about a minute. The tension was

thick. She finally looked up and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do

everything you asked". When Dave heard her say that , inside he

became very angry and asked my wife, in as calm a tone as possible,

"and why not ?"

Shelly sheepishly replied, "because I'm not wearing pantyhose ...

I'm wearing stockings and a lace garter belt ... I'm sorry, but I don't

have pantyhose to remove." There was a pause ... my wife stood up

.... looked both men in the eye and said, " I'll be right back, I need to

use the lady's room" . As he watched Shelly walk away, Jeff could

hardly contain his excitement. "Dave, did you hear that ?. Did you see

that ? My god Dave, she's going to do it, the bitch is going to do it, I

can't believe it. Damn, I thought all those letters to Penthouse were

made up ....". He muttered again, "I can't believe it, I can't fucking

believe it, I just can't fucking believe it. " Dave, smiled to himself

.... this was going exactly as he'd hoped .... Jeff had bought the

charade lock-stock-and barrel. Dave told Jeff to follow his lead ...

that if they played their cards right that they'd make this 40 year old

housewife their whore for the afternoon. Jeff joked that it'd be great

to send her home to her husband with a cunt full of hot cum .... "her

husband would blow his mind if he knew what a hot slut his wife is".

(How little he knew ... I know exactly what kind of a submissive pet she

is).

From: an339127@anon.penet.fi

Subject: STORY : My Neighbors Sex Slave, My Wife (Ch 1\2 2of 2)

Date: Fri, 18 Aug 1995 12:16:40 UTC

My Neighbors Sex Slave, My Wife

Chapter 2 Continued

At almost the same time they saw her. She seemed to float

across the floor towards there table. Jeff could see in an instant that

she'd removed the blouse and bra. The tits that stood out from her

chest in the "wonder" bra now sagged a bit and swayed beneath the top of

Shell's denim dress. Her face was flushed and hot. The humiliation

was a rush for her, particularly since Jeff was oblivious to her status

with Dave. She sat down ... her food had been delivered in her absence

and she stared blankly at her plate. Dave could tell that she'd done a

little more than she'd been asked. She couldn't help anticipating what

Dave wanted .... she's attended to him so much that it was second nature

to her. Dave could tell that Shell had freshened her make-up,

particularly her lips, which were a glossy, but dark red. Her

foundation, and eye make-up was also a bit heavier .... she always knows

how to please and excite men. Dave spoke first, "Mrs. Anderson" .... he

called her Mrs. Anderson to heighten the naughtiness, the illegitimacy,

the slutishness of the situation, "Am I mistaken, or have you done

something with your make-up ?" Shelly replied, "well, uh, well ... yes,

I freshened my make-up." "Looks to me like you put it on a little thick

... did you do that for our benefit ? What are you trying to do, get my

dick hard. Are you coming on to us ..... Mrs. Anderson, (he looked into

her eyes) are you trying to look like a slut for us ?", he said as he

looked directly at her glossy red lips. Shell thought for a minute ...

deciding how to respond, then simply said, "Yes". "I thought so ...

let's eat our lunch .... Dave then looked over to Jeff and said, eat up

little brother, I think that you'll need all your strength for the

afternoon." They laughed, except for my wife, that is. She took him

seriously and dug into her lunch. She knew full well that she'd need

fully charged batteries for the performance that she'd soon be giving.

After they finished, Dave said, "Shelly, we've enjoyed your show so far,

but for an older woman who's trying to look like a slut we think you're

still dressed a bit on the conservative side. I'd like you to undo the

top few buttons." As I said, it had a bit of a scooped neck, and while

not exactly low cut, releasing 3 buttons would open up a fair amount of

my wife's creamy cleavage to anyone who cared to look her way. As she

stared at her plate, Shelley's fingers went, without hesitation to the

top button and slowly released it. She slipped her hands down a notch to

the next one .... she released it. She dropped her left hand to her

lap and moved her right hand to the third button, and with a practiced

movement she released button number 3. She folded her hands in her lap

and looked down at her chest, surprising herself with how much skin she

was displaying to the world. Her nipples couldn't really be seen, but

she did throw open a good portion of cleavage .... and it would be an

even better view from above, the waiter for example, who returned about

that time to pick-up the dishes and drop of the check. His eyes

lingered a longtime on the tops of my wife's creamy tits.

Dave broke both Shell and Jeff out of their stupor by issuing

another order to Shelly, "Mrs. Anderson, I'd like to open the bottom of

your dress ... Open it up to say, oh, you can leave 2 buttons hooked

below the belt." Shelley's eyes darted up to meet his, she knew, as did

Dave, that opening it that far would display her stocking tops and

garters with every step when they got up to leave. She hesitated a bit

to long in responding, and it pissed Dave off. She saw the irritation

in his eyes and began the task ... as she leaned over a little to reach

the lower hem, it gave the man at the next table a clear view down the

front of her dress .... in fact he was treated to a brief look at both of

my wife's hard nipples. After she opened up the bottom of the dress it

fell to both sides, and had she not been well covered by the table cloth,

her stocking tops would have been visible to the whole restaurant.

"Shelly, since you hesitated too long in responding to my "suggestion", I

think that you need to learn how to be a better slut. You know of

course, that a real slut would have jumped at the chance to show as much

leg as you are now. Mrs. Anderson, you do want to be our little slut

don't you ?" Shelley's breathing was a bit more labored, she was taking

long breaths, she could feel her temperature rising and the shaved slit

between her legs begin to lubricate, "yes", she said. "Yes what ?", Dave

followed. "Yes, I want to be your slut, I want to be the best slut

you've ever had." "Well then", Dave said, turning to Jeff. "Jeff, don't

you think that a really slutty woman would have another button on her top

open?" My wife took the hint. Looking Jeff in the eye, as he stared

openly at her chest, she reached up with her right hand and undid the 4th

button. Then she did the unexpected ... she then shifter her gaze to

Dave, and looking into his eyes, she continued to the 5th button. Dave

smiled as Shelly slowly popped open number 5. Jeff released an audible

sigh as the front of her dress parted even more, revealing her luscious

breasts. Shelly's dress was now unbuttoned almost to her navel from

both the top and bottom. Only 4 buttons held it in place. Her breasts

were truly on display. The sides of the dress did, from a direct frontal

view, still cover her pointy brown nipples. It did , however, a poor

job from a side or top view, where her brown tipped breasts were easily

visible by anyone who cared to look. Jeff was amazed with what was

happening, there was now no question in his mind that, at age 18, he was

going to get his first shot at some older pussy. Not only older pussy,

but a top notch, prime 40 year old horny slutty housewife.

The waiter had previously left the check, and had returned to

collect the money. As he was picking it up he noticed Shelley's deeply

unbuttoned top, and the expanse of tit she was showing. He was a bit

flustered and red faced. Dave was amused and decided to push it a little

more. In a low voice, so only the waiter, Shelly and Jeff could hear,

Dave said, "We enjoyed our lunch very much and you gave us excellent

service ... how about instead of the customary 15% tip, I give you a look

at this lovely lady's chest .... completely uncovered, right here, right

now, for 5 seconds." The poor boy was beside himself, and couldn't seem

to speak, so he nodded. Dave looked at Shelly and said just loud enough

for us to hear, "Mrs. Anderson, please pull the sides of your top apart

and hold them open for me." Shelly's shaking hands reluctantly moved to

the denim fabric and in a slow motion pulled the fabric open, exposing

her breasts to Dave, Jeff, the waiter, and several other diners who

noticed what was happening. Dave then had Shell look the waiter in the

eye and tell him that she enjoyed the meal and hope he'd enjoying his

tip. Dave counted slowly to 5 and had her pull the top closed. When

Dave said it was time to leave Shell became nervous again ... she knew

that, as they walked out, that anyone looking would get a clear view of

her legs and swinging breasts. As she walked, her knee length dress

opened to nearly her crotch showing the world that she was wearing sheer

stockings and a black garter belt. Her top was very loose, as it was

undone to about 6 inches below nipple level, and her bobbing tits,

including her dark nipples, swung in and out of view. Several patrons

noticed and stared as she walked by, and by the time they hit the front

door the restaurant was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

They went to Dave's car, leaving Shelly's the lot. Dave had Shelly

sit between he and Jeff in the front seat. There was no graceful way

for my wife to keep her dress together as they got in, or after she was

settled in, so she just gave in to it. Her dress was split wide open at

the top and bottom. Her sexy sheer black stockings with the 3 inch lace

tops were in perfect view for Jeff and Dave, as was the creamy skin

above her stocking tops. With her top open, Jeff couldn't keep his eyes

off her tits. He was so hot he was about ready to explode. As they

began driving, Dave told Jeff to check and see if their little whore was

wearing any panties. Jeff pulled back her dress a little further and

snuck a look up her crotch .... Dave said, "no, no, not that way .... use

your fingers. I want you to see if she's as hot and wet as I think she

is. Still unsure of himself, Jeff laid his hand on my wife's knee and

slowly, tentatively moved it up her leg. Shell was in a slutty daze and

stared blankly at the young hand making it's way up her stocking covered

leg to her creamy slit. Jeff stopped to massage the sensitive skin

above her stocking tops, gaining confidence with every inch. Jeff's

fingers reached their destination, "She doesn't have any on, she's wet

and sticky, and, if you can believe it, I think she shaves her pussy."

With that Shelly said, "I took them off in the lady's room, I thought

you'd want me bare down there, and yes sir, I do shave, in fact I shaved

smooth this morning."

Jeff asked where they were going .... a motel perhaps ? "Hey Jeff,

wouldn't it be a kick if we took her to her own house and fucked her in

her own bed", Dave said. Jeff replied, "But what if her husband comes

home ?" "Well, I guess he'll need to get in line if he wants some pussy

too !" , he cracked. Dave and Jeff had a good laugh. It was about 2

PM when they pulled in the driveway. Dave had sense enough to raise the

garage door from the car and enter the house from the garage. He had fun

exposing my Shelly in the city, where there's a low likelyhood they'd be

recognized, but near home he's cautious ... he wants to preserve his

situation, and having the rest of our neighbors and friends find out that

my wife is his whore would blow the whole thing.

They followed Shell into the house, watching her sexy ass sway

before their eyes. They walked into the living room and Dave and Jeff

plopped down in comfy chairs. Just as my wife was getting ready to sit

Dave said, "Mrs. Anderson, you have a lovely home, and I'm quite sure you

have a lovely body as well. Lose the belt and pop those last few buttons

so we can judge for ourselves." Shell undid the belt and dropped it to

the floor. She slowly released each of the remaining four buttons until

the dress hung from her shoulders, open about 12" all the way from top to

bottom. Shelly's slightly sagging breasts and shaved pubic area were on

display and open for business. She shrugged the dress from her shoulders

and stood, wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and heels. "Shelly,

I think a slutty housewife like you should be on her knees with a cock in

her mouth, don't you ? You better start with my little brother, he's

about ready to spurt anyway. I'm sure watching you give me a blowjob

would put him over the edge, so go ahead, do him first. " With that, my

wife walked to Jeff, who was 22 years her junior, her beautiful tits

bouncing and swaying back and forth as she walked. She stopped in front

of him, slid to her knees and said, " Jeff, honey, can I relieve the

pressure on you balls for ya, would you like me to suck your cock until

you come down my throat." Jeff was speechless, and all he could do was

nod. Shelly took his rigid 7 inches into her warm mouth. She swirled her

expert tongue around the head of his prick before slowly but steadily

sinking it down into her throat. She's an expert cocksucker and can deep

throat a 10 incher with ease (she's practiced on enough of them). Jeff

couldn't believe it ... it made him unbelievably excited to see this 40

year old married slut with a bit of gray in her hair (he could see a

little gray as her head bobbed in front of him), virtually naked in front

of him with his cock buried in her throat. Within 30 seconds of putting

it in her mouth and down her throat he shot his load. She's been taught

to pull back and let the man shoot into her mouth so he can see how eager

she is to take it, but in this case there was no time. He truly

surprised her with how quick he came. "Well Jeff, I guess you were well

primed ... I'm sorry you came so quickly and didn't have time to enjoy it

more. But I'm sure that I can coax a cock as young as yours back to full

strength in a few minutes." Saying that, she turned to her master,

Dave. "May I please suck you Dave ?", she sad in a husky, sex filled

tone. "Surely my pet", he said as my wife of 18 years fished his prick

from his pants and began what would be a frenzied 10 minute blowjob.

Shelly licked his prick, she swirled her tongue around its crown, she

took each of his big balls into her mouth and gently sucked, she

slobbered up an down his shaft making it wet and gooey with her saliva,

she began a firm and steady up and down motion with her head, bobbing up

an down on his cock. She caressed his balls with her hands as she

worshipped his cock with her mouth. She gave him a truly slutty

cocksucking. Finally, after about 10 minutes, with Dave nearing his

breaking point, she shoved her head down on his prick, lodging it in her

throat, and began the final strokes of a fine blowjob, finally, on the

9th stroke of the cock imbedded in her throat she felt Dave pull up on

her hair, his signal that the hot liquid was leaving his balls and on

it's way home. She pulled her head up so the tip was still in her mouth

and sucked. she sucked the tip of his cock like a straw until it came in

big white spurts in her waiting mouth. Jeff watched, amazed, as her

mouth and throat muscles swallowed his big brother's load.

As Dave sat back with a big sigh he looked over and saw his

little brother, his cock in hand, slowly jacking it .... watching Shelly.

Then he looked down at my wife, a little of his cum stuck to her cheek

and a shiny patch of sticky pussy juice on the puffy lips of her bald

cunt. She was ready to be fucked. She needed it and Jeff needed it.

Dave didn't need to say a word -- Shelly, still on her knees, backed up a

little until her ass was about a foot from Jeff's chair. She bent over

and put her elbows and forearms on the floor, lowered her head, arched

her ass up a little and slightly spread her legs. She was quite a sight.

She patiently waited until Jeff slid off his chair and nuzzled his cock

up into the opening between her legs. Jeff began sliding his prick up

and down the slippery opening, lubricating his cock with her juices

until, all of the sudden Shelly couldn't wait any longer. With her

greedy cunt in need, she quickly pushed herself back and onto his young

cock. They both let out a gasp of surprise ... Jeff at the suddenness of

her move, my wife at the feel of his big cock in her little snatch. The

boy seemed to snap, and really began to pump her in earnest, with quick,

deep strokes. My girl loved it and moaned loudly as she was fiercely

pounded by her young stud from the rear. She was glad she'd blown him

earlier ... he was able to make it last a little longer this time.

After about 5 minutes it was obvious to Dave that his little brother was

about to blow his load for the second time in a half an hour. "Jeff

.... Jeff ..... JEFF !", Dave called, breaking is brother's concentration

just as he was approaching the home stretch. "I think the little slut has

another hole that you haven't been in. You may want to sample her ass

before you come." He liked the idea and started to pull out of Shelly's

pussy, but he was too far gone, as he was maneuvering his dick towards

her tight pink rosebud the thought of what he was about to do was too

much for him and he shot his sticky cum all over my wife's ass -- a huge

load considering he'd come down her throat within the hour. Dave

chuckled and told him that if he could get it up a third time that he was

free to use "door number three" as he put it.

By this time Dave was ready for a ride as well. He sat back on

the sofa, his cock like a 9 inch rocket pointing to the sky. He had

Shell get up and turn around so she was facing away from him and towards

Jeff's chair. He had her sit down on his cock and begin a slow fuck.

He told her to reach back and coat her fingers with the juice that Jeff

shot all over her ass and to use it as a lubricant while she played with

her pussy ... all the while looking Jeff directly in the eye. Dave

told her to tell Jeff the truth about their relationship and how she was

used. She was really getting off on the humiliation of telling this boy

about her role as Dave's sex pet -- she was really turned on and

vigorously rubbed her hairless pussy. Dave told her that as soon as she

got him to blow his cum into her tight cunt that she was free to cum

herself. Jeff watched in amazement as Shelly, my previously demure

wife, went wild on Dave's prick, whipping her ass like a sling ... up and

forward , back and down -- over and over, fucking her master like a

machine .... feeling him build toward the climax that would be her

trigger, her approval to cum. She let out a scream as she felt the

first jet of Dave's gooey cum splash into her snatch. She picked up the

pace of her sticky fingers until she tensed and came in a big wave ...

Dave could feel the convulsions deep in her pussy for a full two minutes

after she started coming. As she came down from her sex high she slid

off Dave's prick onto the floor, collected her breath, turned around and

slowly and thankfully licked clean the prick that had given her so much

pleasure.

End of Chapter 2

From: an339127@anon.penet.fi

Subject: NEW STORY : My Neighbors Sex Slave, My Wife (Chptr 3 .... 1of 2)

Date: Fri, 18 Aug 1995 12:18:15 UTC

MY NEIGHBOR'S SEX SLAVE, MY WIFE

CHAPTER 3 - (The Taking of Shelly)

It started about a year and a half ago when our new neighbor, Dave,

moved into

the house next door. He was a friendly guy, 26 years old, and very

good looking.

He'd just received his Ph.D. in history and had accepted a teaching

position at the

local university. My wife Shelly, and I were both intrigued with him

from the

start .... he was pleasant, intelligent, and mature, despite his young

age. He wasn't

married, and from what we could tell, didn't have a steady girlfriend.

In fact, we

never saw any women at is house. For a while we wondered if he might be

gay.

In retrospect, nothing could have been further from the

truth.

The remainder of this chapter will be alternatively told by

Shelly and Dave.

They'll give you a little insight into what was happening .... behind

my back, that is.

For confidentiality, a fictitious last name has been used ....

Anderson.

"THE BEGINNING" AS TOLD BY SHELLY ANDERSON

Hi, my name is Shelly .... Shelly Anderson, Al's wife. My husband,

Al, usually calls

me Shell. My young lover, Dave, frequently calls me slut, whore, or

cunt ... but you'll

never hear me complain about it. He does it simply because he can ...

he's in charge. In

reality, I guess it's also true .... at times I am a slutty cunt, and a

few times my young master

has whored me for money, usually when I've been a little willfull ... and

he needs to show

me my place.

I'm 41 years old, I'd just turned 40 when I first met Dave. I'm

5'6" and weighs in at

about 130 pounds. I gues most people would consider me average looking

From: an339127@anon.penet.fi

Subject: NEW STORY : My Neighbors Sex Slave, My Wife (Chptr 3 .... 2 of 2)

Date: Fri, 18 Aug 1995 12:20:09 UTC

CHAPTER 3 - (The Taking of Shelly) Continued

I wasn't disappointed. About 8PM that very night I heard a knock

on my front door.

It was Shelly, "may I come in ?" She told me that it was Al's bowling

night, and that he'd

be out for a few hours, and that she needed to explain ... " She was

dressed conservatively

enough ... just as you'd expect from a 40 year old conservative

housewife. She had on a

blue button up blouse, khaki slacks, and running shoes ... she wore

little, if any makeup.

"I'm sorry for what you saw today. Sometimes I just need an little

extra release, I hope

it isn't something that offended you, and I apologize", she diverted her

eyes, looking down,

and continued," and I'd be very appreciative if you didn't mention this

to my husband, Al ....

please" I didn't respond, I just walked into my living room ... she

followed shortly. "Dave,

is all forgiven and forgotten ?"; she said. Again, I didn't talk, I

just looked towards the

ceiling for a while, making her fidget a little. Then I responded, "

It's OK Shelly, I

understand. I'll forgive", I gave her a sly smile and then said, " but I

don't think it'll be very

easy to forget . I 'll make you a deal Shelly. I won't tell your

husband about our little

encounter this afternoon, if you'll do one thing for me." A look of

relief spread across her

face as she said, "sure, name it". "Well Shelly, I'd like you to tell

me what you were

fantasizing about ....", I said. She was shocked, and shot me an

angry (and maybe a

little horny) look, "I absolutely will not .... you may have watched me

masturbate, and I'm

sure you know I was fantasizing about you, but I'll be damned if I'll

bare my inner fantasies

with a stranger, heck, I don't even share them with my husband !"

"Well then, have a good night Mrs. Anderson .... oh, and tell Mr.

Anderson that I'd like

to talk to him in the morning." "He'll never believe you, and you

have no proof .... so go

ahead, as far as Al knows, I'm as pure as the driven snow ... completely

innocent, hell, I

bet he thinks I don't even like sex. So go a head Mr. Smart Ass."

She started towards the door. "Shell ..... Oh, Shelly ! , I called.

"WHAT !" she yelled

as she opened the door. "I just wanted to let you know that I've video

taped our entire

conversation .... the camera as set up in the corner of the living room,

behind a plant

... that's why I got you into the living room before we talked. I

think Al will believe

whatever story I decide to tell him ..... and if you aren't just a little

more cooperative I

think I'll embellish what did happen just a bit", I laughed. She

literally ran to the livingroom.

She saw the Camcorder and ran to it, popping the tape compartment .

"Shell .... is this

what you want ?" I asked as I dropped the tape in a desk drawer and

slammed it shut ...

and locked it. She started the bitch routine again ..."Give me the damn

tape Dave, NOW!

I'll call the police" .... "Go ahead you cunt, call the police" ....

"I'll, well, I'll .....", her voice

drifted off, she knew she'd been beat. "Please Dave, can I have the

tape, your little game

is over, you win", she said, in a much quieter voice.

"Before I told you I wanted you to tell me about your fantasy ....

with lots of specific details.

Are you saying that you'll do that?", I asked. "Yes", was her meek

reply. "Since you've

been such a bitch the last few minutes, I have another stipulation.

While you're telling me your

fantasy, I want your pants and panties down and I want you frigging

yourself again, this time

though, I want you looking at me, rather that with your eyes closed", I

said. "I can't ... I just

can't, I've never " I cut her off," listen you married slut, you've

been watching me, fantasizing

about me, and finger fucking your hairy twat while thinking about me ever

since I moved in.

Isn't that right." She didn't respond. "I SAID ISN'T THAT RIGHT YOU CUNT

!!". "yes",

she said quietly. "SAY IT LOUDER YOU WHORE !", I bellowed. "YES

YES YES

YES YES. ARE YOU HAPPY ! YES, I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT DREAM ABOUT

FUCKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST DAY WE MET ! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY

NOW !", she yelled. Smiling, I said, "Not as happy as I'm going to be

when your slacks

and pretty panties are around your ankles and you're playing with your

sloppy hole and telling

me your fucking fantasy", I said, in a low, but very serious voice.

Resigned to her fate she

slid her hand to the snap of her slacks, popped it free and drug the

zipper down. Her loose

pants fell to her ankles revealing very sexy white thong panties with

light pink bows.

"Did you wear those pretty panties for me Shell?, I mocked. "Fuck

you", was her reply

as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist of her panties and

pulled them down past

her hairy mound and to her knees. "I hope you're satisfied you

asshole", she said watching

me watch her show. "Get busy you slut", was my only reply. She sat on

my sofa .. ready

to start. "No, I want the Sofa, you sit in the chair", I said. She

shrugged and moved to the

big overstuffed chair in the corner. Little did she know that my other

video camera was

pointing directly at the chair from across the room and behind another

big plant. "Wait",

I said, getting up an walking over to her, "don't touch yourself , I want

to prove a point."

I surprised her by shoving my hand into her lap and between her legs, she

snapped her legs

together in an instant, trying to fend me off. Being bigger and stronger

I was easily able to

snake my long index finger into her hole. She sighed as I hit the mark

and sank my longest

finger in to the knuckle. I held it there for about 15 seconds, then

slowly pulled it out, sticky

goo clinging to my finger. "This excites you doesn't it Mrs. Anderson.

You slut, you're getting

off on this aren't you. You really wanted this all along .... don't

deny it, your traitorous cunt tells

the truth. Have you ever been this fucking wet before Shell?" She

looked away in

embarrassment. "Well get to it girl, frig yourself and tell me your

hot little story. Tell me

how much you want my cock."

She continued looking away, but began. She started by moving her

finger tips in an up

and down motion over the top of her hard little nub, warming up. "Talk

you slut !", I

reminded. "I need to get into it for a few minutes ... would it be

O.K.. if I was silent just

for a short while ?", she asked with a pleading look, "please ?"

"Fine, but it better be worth

it... I wanna hear a hot story, and it better be told with a little

enthusiasm, if you know what

I mean." "Yes Dave, I know what you want, and believe me, you'll like

it." After a couple

more minutes of gentle rubbing she started, "In my fantasy you're my

master and I'm your

sex slave, you control everything about my sex life.... when I fuck, who

I fuck, how I fuck,

when I cum .... everything, totally. You know I'm a married woman,

but you don't care,

in fact you like it better .... you know I'm very ashamed that you can

take me as you please,

despite my marital status. You know that I love my husband and have

no intention of leaving

him, but you also know I'm totally devoted to you and your 8 inch cock."

"It's nine inches

Shell, not eight", I corrected. She groaned, but continued, " I

fantasize about the first time

you take me, and how on that very day you allow one of your friends a

crack at me as well.

To you I'm nothing but a possession, a cherished possession, but "owned

property" all the

same. My fantasy goes something like this :

"On a particularly hot Sunday Al and I ask you to join us for a

cook out.

During the evening we all have a bit too much to drink, and as a

result, at

dinner you spend quite a bit of time with your hand under the

table and

in-between my legs. I feel helpless to resist. Later you

sit next to

me on the sofa, your muscular body just a few tantalizing inches

away.

You confidently let your arm slide around my petite shoulders

right in

front of Al, while the two of you briefly discuss current events

of the day.

When Al leaves to use the restroom I try to break away, although

unsuccessfully as your steel tight arms hold me in place ... I

feel your

warm lips brush against my neck. I could feel my nipples harden

against

my blouse. Prior to your arrival I'd removed my bra and slipped

on a tight

cotton shirt that she tied just under my slightly sagging tits.

I sat quietly

as your fingers grazed against my aroused and hardened right

nipple.

As I turned to tell you to stop felt your warm hand beginning it's

journey

up my tanned thigh. I knew it had to stop, but when I opened my

red

painted lips to speak you leaned over, your tongue softly

caressing my

warm lips and slipping into my inviting mouth. At that point I

knew all

was lost and returned your kiss, a deep long soulful kiss ... the

kind that

sends electric pulses through my body. I moaned softly as I felt

your

long index finger slip between my heated thighs until it reached

the soft

and wet folds of my slippery cunt. I nearly fainted as your

finger

caressed my sensitive clit through my thin shorts ... only a thin

band of

material separating your finger from the inviting wetness. I

started a

quiet moaning and humped my self against your rubbing fingers,

eager to

cum

As I approached release I heard my husband of twenty years walking

down the hall ... you heard as well. Amused, you lifted

yourself up

and walked to the kitchen, allowing me, your plaything, to gather

my

wits and rearrange my cloths before the arrival of my husband.

The

rest of the evening was pleasant enough ... and at about midnight,

and

feeling the effects of the excessive alcohol, Al excused himself

and

stumbled up to our bed. I told him I'd be up as soon as she

showed

you out . Al was out like a light. Rather than leaving, you

told me

to fetch an after dinner brandy. Although apprehensive and

nervous, I

walked to the bar and produced a small snifter of brandy. I

Nervously

handed you your drink as you casually ordered, "Take your blouse

off.

I want to see your hard nipples."

I was shocked and anxiously looked towards the stairs to my

bedroom.

Looking into your eyes I meekly replied, "Please you must leave.

I have never been unfaithful to my husband." You were angry and

not

accustomed to receiving "no" for an answer. "Remove your blouse.

Don't make me tell you again. If I can sit on your soda and

finger you,

I can see your breasts." Lowering my eyes, I slowly unbuttoned

the

three buttons holding the tied blouse together. Still looking to

the floor

I untied the tails of the blouse and quietly let it fall to the

floor. You

sensed your control and lost no time in giving your next command,

"Lose the shorts." Totally submissive now, I unbuttoned the top

button

and unzipped the tight shorts and let them fall to the floor.

Modestly,

I returned my gaze to the floor. No man other than my husband had

ever seen me naked. I was a virgin when Al and I were married 20

years ago, and I've been with him ever since.

Your next words were, "Spread yourself for me."

Obediently I spread my long tanned legs, but I just couldn't look

you

in the eye ... my mind raced, were was I, what was she doing,

would

my husband see ..... I couldn't think straight.

Amused, you lowered your right index finger and rubbed the tip

against

the wet folds of my little pussy. You coated your finger with the

cream

that oozed from my well lubricated pussy ... then you smiled as you

brought the finger covered with my juices to my lips to clean.

"Only a true slut would be standing naked in front of a man she

barely

knew," you said, mocking me. "Are you a slut ?"

Searching for words, for a justification of her situation I meekly

sobbed,

"I am a slut."

"Do you fuck your husband .... slut?" you asked. .

"Yes," was your reply.

"From now on the only cock you will allow in your holes will be

mine;

then the shocker .... and any men I chose to let fuck your slut

body," you

ordered. Although humiliated, I looked up and asked, "Will you

fuck

me now?"

Amused at my subservience you answer was, "You've not earned it. I

don't have class until noon tomorrow. After Al goes to work you'll

come to my house. You and I both know that you'll come ... you

need

young cock, you're a submissive slut and you just plain have to

come,

isn't that right Mrs. Anderson ?" Trying to regain just a bit of

self respect

and decency I remained silent. "Not talking Mrs. Anderson ....

O.K..,

have it your way, but just realize, if I walk out your door now,

like this,

that you'll never have my cock. You'll be worse than a slut .....

you'll

still be a slut, only a very, and I mean very frustrated one", you

said,

getting up and walking towards the door. Just as your hand began

turning the doorknob I heard my self say, in a low voice , "I'll be

there ..."

"What ?, I couldn't hear what you said" In a louder voice I

said, "I'll be

there". With a serious look you replied, " You'll be where,

and you'll

be there because ? .... and be specific you whore, If I don't

completely

understand the specifics of what your saying, and what you're

implying

then I'm outta here now, and forever." Collecting all my courage,

it rolled,

"I'll come to your house in the morning after my husband leaves for

work.

I'll be there because I want, no I need you, to fuck me. "

I looked at you for your reaction, hoping that I'd said it

correctly. "We'll,

all right. Never let it be said that I wasn't willing to help a

housewife in

need .....", and you opened the door. Just before you closed

the door

you turned back to me and said, "Remember, you're a slut, dress

appropriately.

If you look hot enough I may fuck you ... if you aren't dressed

like a whore

then I'll shove your ass out my front door .... and if I'm in a

bad mood you

might be bare assed naked when I do it. That'd give the

neighbors a little

something to talk about, now wouldn't it." You turned and walked

home

leaving me standing naked in my living room, breathing heavily, a

streak of

wetness slowly making its way downed one of my long tanned legs.

The next morning I woke and went through the same morning ritual

that

I have for the last 20 years. After I put on my makeup I pulled

on my

robe and headed downstairs to see my husband off to work. I

found

him in the kitchen. As I leaned over to kiss him good-bye and

straightened his I noticed him looking at my face with a

questioning look

.... it was the extra makeup. I thought for a minute that he was

going to

ask ... but then he looked at his watch, gave pat on the butt and

was out

the door. Good thing he didn't ask, I don't know what I'd have

said.

I didn't have a ready excuse for the extra heavy amount of make up

I

was wearing so early in the morning. After a light breakfast I

went to

my room and began looking through my closet . I chose an outfit

that

Al bought me for our 20th anniversary fantasy get away weekend ...

our

20th was 3 weeks away. Sitting on the bed I pulled on sheer black

seamed hose; carefully hooking the tops to the garter clasps. I

pushing

my breasts together with a wonder bra and admired stood to check it

out in the mirror. For a lady of 40 years old I could still turn a

man's

eye, even a young man of 26, I thought with a hot rush. The

next stop

at the closet brought a short black mini-skirt ... short but very

loose on

the bottom.... Al called it a little flippy skirt, He bought it

for me because

he said it'd be easy to pull up the bottom and tuck it in the

waistband for

a quick standup fuck .... as I looked in the mirror I wondered if

that was

how is would happen this morning. I buttoned up a white silk

blouse

and carefully tucked it into the little skirt. Finally, I opened

the shoebox

and pulled out a pair of three inch high heels. They were suede

black

leather. There really wasn't much too them, 6 strips of leather

crisscrossed the front, and single strap around the heel, and a

single

strap with a tiny silver buckle went around my ankles. I rarely

wore

heels, and never any this high. As I stood, a little unsure of my

balance,

I again looked in the mirror. I understood why Al bought the

shoes ....

perched on the high heels, my legs looked longer and sleeker, my

ass

looked firmer and rounder, and my posture forced me to stand more

erect, my breasts jutting forward (the wonder bra didn't hurt

either).

After brushing my hair and checking my makeup, I was ready .....

catching

my reflection in the mirror a final time, I smile at the finished

product

before me ... I smiled subtly. "Yes, Mrs. Anderson, you've

dressed

appropriately," I said to the woman in the mirror.

As I opened my front door I got a sudden fear ... my conscience

reminded

her that I was a married woman; married and faithful for almost

twenty years.

Thoughts of the previous night, and your cock, put my marriage out

of my mind.

I walked out the front door and turned towards your house .... I

was relieved

that none of our neighbors were out and saw me in my slutty outfit.

Softly I knocked on your door, nervously looked around the sleepy

neighborhood. Becoming anxious, I stopped knocking and twisted

the gold

door knob and let myself in. I saw you leisurely lounging on the

sofa. You

turned towards me and began sizing up what you saw. Your

beautiful nine

inch cock started hardening. You realized that you resist

arousal for a while

longer to completely mold me , the sexy and eager housewife

presented before

you, into your own prize sex toy.

"I see that you have dressed like a little whore. Do you dress like

a tramp every

morning Mrs. Anderson ?"

"This is the first time", I replied.

"Tell me what your husband would think of his wife if he could see

her", you asked.

Trembling a little, I quietly said, "I'm not sure, he trusts me."

"When I make you mine I will mark you. Everyone will know that you

are my little

whore. Does that worry you ?", you said, bluntly. At the thought

of being marked

as your whore I could feel the temperature between my legs rise and

the folds of

my pussy lubricate. I felt the wetness, felt it creep down the top

of my long legs,

sliding slowly down, down towards the top of my stockings as I

stood before you,

speechless. I was quite a sight, a 40 year old happily married

housewife, standing,

trembling slightly as if in heat, dressed like a whore in front of

a much younger man

I barely knew. Before a man who had just told me that he was going

to mark me as

his whore for the world to see. I realized that I needed to fuck

you more than

I've ever needed anything in my life ..... I knew that I'd

irrevocably passed the

point of no return.

"Unbutton your blouse," came your simple order.

My fingers went immediately to the pearly white buttons and one by

one released

their hold. When the buttons were undone I pulled open the

front, exposing my

lacy wonder bra. My nipples were peaking out above the top ....

instinctively I wet

my red lips with my tongue. "Remove your blouse." I pulled it

from the waist band

of my little flippy skirt and let it fall uselessly to the floor.

You rose and walked to

me .... reaching out to caress my hard nipples. When you pinched

hard I let out a

small gasp, but remained completely still and obedient. As you

continued your

manipulation of my tits, the doorbell broke the silence, catching me

completely

surprise. You returned to the Sofa and gave your next order;

"Well slut, show my guest in."

Shelly was really getting into her fantasy .... her breathing was

labored, her face was

flushed a bright red, her forehead glistened with sweat, and her eyes

never left me.

It was obvious that she was building to a huge climax and was almost

there. "Shelly ",

I said .... no response .... she just continued the fevered pace of her

fingers, sticky

with the cream that oozed from her slit. "SHELLY !", I said, loud enough

to break

her concentration. "Do you want to stop now ?", I teased. "No, I'm so

close ....

I'm close, I'm close, I'm close", she moaned. "Mrs. Anderson, you mean

that I've

given you the opportunity to stop and leave, and you refuse. You want

to continue

finger fucking yourself in front of me ?" , I taunted. "Yes .... Yes

... YYYEEESSS !",

she hissed back, continuing to build. I walked to my old Camcorder ...

the one I'd

already shown her, stuck a tape in and walked directly in front of her

and hit recorded,

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm recording you again .... you like it don't you ....".

There was

no response, so I went on, "Shelly, if you don't answer me I'm going to

grab your

hand, make you stop what you're doing, and throw you out .... now ANSWER

me !"

"Yes", she moaned again ... this time for the camera. "Yes what, you

slut", I pushed ,

" and remember, I'll stop you .... and you know I can" "Yes, I'm a slut

... and yes,

I want you to ... OOOHHH, OOHHHH, her it, OH, her it ....COMESSSS, Oh

my god, OHHHHH AAHHH .... YES, TAPE ME, GET ME, TAKE ME ....

OHHHH YEEESSS"

Shelly continued moaning and groaning for a full two minutes. I could

see her cunt

muscles squeezing and contracting around her probing fingers the entire

time. As

she started to come down from her sexual high, I firmly said to her,"

Shelly, you

want more than your fantasy don't you .... you want it to be real, you

want to be

mine .... you know it, I know it, and pretty soon the world will know it.

Isn't that

right ..... and remember, when you answer that I'm taping you, your words

and

expressions are being captured on tape" "No ... no, not really ...", she

looked down

... saw her hand wedged between her legs and knew. She new she was a

slut, my

slut, and finally admitted it to herself, "You're right, I'm a cheap

slut, and I crave it ..

raunchy sex, the embarrassment of it all... I need it, I want it and have

for so long."

The words were rolling from her lips (and onto tape), in fact I was

amazed at how

quickly she came around and how badly she really felt the need. "Will

you fuck

me now ?", she asked quietly and politely. When I didn't respond, she

asked again,

"Dave, will you please fuck me now, I need your big cock in me, my

finders were

good, but my horny puss feels so empty. Please put your cock in me, put

it in deep,

deeper than any man's been in me before .... please." How could I refuse

such a plea.

"Turn around and face away from me ... I won't be fucking you face to

face until

you've earned it", I ordered. She turned away from me and waited.

"Remember

the recorder is still going, I'm getting this all on tape ... that's fine

with you isn't it ...

Oh, and state your name full name for the camera and ask for what you

want" "I'm

Shelly Anderson, and I need you to fuck me Dave ..... please, please put

it in.", she

whimpered. "Bend over and put your elbows on the floor, lay your head

down,

and arch your back and present me your ass." As she subserviently

complied I

knelt behind her, took my member in my right hand and guided it home.

As I began a slow steady fuck I gave Shelly the a few of the key

rules by which

her new life would be lived, more would come later. "You've become my

submissive

slut; you will obey me at all times; when I call, you come; you'll have

sex in any

fashion I choose; you will dress as I prescribe; your primary concern

will be my

satisfaction; you'll fuck your husband only when you ask for and receive

my

permission. Except as I've said, you'll continue with Al as in the past,

I have no

interest in taking a whore like you as a wife, and I have no intention

of supporting

you .... that's between you and Al. I'll let you keep your new life a

secret from

your husband for a while .... but eventually he'll know, I'll make sure

of it. As in

your fantasy, I will mark you in the near future .... I've not decided

the manner,

but rest assured, I always mark my property."

After my little speech we were both approaching orgasm .... the

squishy

sounds of my big cock plowing her pussy from behind, and the slap of my

balls

against her ass were driving me closer, but I held off until Shell

couldn't control

it any longer. Within 30 seconds after her release, I pulled my cock

out, laid

it on the top of her ass, and shot a big creamy load on her back, with a

few shots

of my cum stretching to her neck and hair. "You're a pretty good fuck

Shelly ....

now get dressed and get your ass home, I'll call you tomorrow ... you'll

be

ready won't you ?", I said, looking directly into her eyes with my most

serious

look. "I'll be ready", was her soft reply.

End of Chapter 3