Chapter 5: Cheating Wife to Free-Use Whore

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one!

Derrick Carpenter

I was relaxing on the couch. It was two days after all my daughters and my wife followed Good Guy Chaz’s advice on family incest. Two days while I enjoyed “working” from home thanks to comments on my boss’s Instagram page from Good Guy Chaz. We were having a great life. Our live-in sex slave was washing the dishes after breakfast.

Things were going great.

I loved that I had the power to control people by posting on their Instagram pages. Not under my normal account, but under this fake one that had I made to spy on my youngest daughter’s social media activity. A desperate ploy to get her to stop being what she had called an “e-THOT” the other day.

A whore selling nudes of herself and videos on OnlyFans.

For whatever reason, Chaz’s profile caused people to listen. They all thought it was good advice, even my wife who knew I made those comments. She knew I had turned her and my daughters into my own incestuous harem.

And she loved it because of those comments.

It was insane mind control. How? Why? No fucking clue. I just got to enjoy the perks.

“Look at that whore,” my wife said. She held a mug of spicy tea in her hand as she stared out the bay windows onto our neighborhood. “I can’t believe her.”

“Huh?” I grunted.

“Come here and look,” she said, motioning to me.

I stood and headed to my wife. I knew better than to ignore Karin when she was feeling gossipy. My blonde and youthful-looking wife could be passionate about snooping on the neighbors from time to time. Generally, when her favorite soap was on a hiatus, I noticed.

I peered out of the window to see Janet Kitchens, the wholesome wife and mother who lived across the street was walking from Tommy Mitchel’s house a few doors down. He was a single father, his wife having passed away a few years ago. Mrs. Kitchens had a spring to her step as she enjoyed the warm day.

“That whore,” my wife hissed with such venom in her words.

“Janet?” I asked in complete shock at my wife’s vitriol.

“She’s having an affair with Tommy.” Karin shook her head, her blonde hair dancing.

“What?” I gasped in shock. Janet and Rick had such a great marriage. “What do you mean? You’re saying she’s cheating on Rich just because she was visiting Tommy?”

“Yep,” said my wife.

“But she’s always talking about God and family,” I said. “Church and stuff.”

“Whore,” my wife repeated. “A hypocritical whore!” My wife glanced at me, her eyes giving me a considering look. “Maybe Chaz could do something about her cheating ways. Show the true face of Miss Goody Two Shoes to the world.”

I blinked. “Well, yeah.” My brow furrowed. “And you’re sure that she’s having an affair with him?”

“She always goes over to his house after the kids are on the bus and her husband’s at work,” my wife said. “Yeah, I’m sure. She’s over there for a good hour or two and you saw that spring in her step. That’s a woman who just got fucked hard.”

I went on Instagram. Unsurprisingly, we were friends on there. Her most recent post was from yesterday that read, “Wishing my amazing husband a happy birthday. He’s the greatest guy in the world. I so love being your wife. We’re going to have a rocking party on Saturday!”

That seriously offended me. It really, really did. I had to think this through carefully. Tomorrow was the birthday party. I told my wife the plan. She nodded in agreement. We would make sure that she revealed her duplicitous affair tomorrow.

Fucking cunt.

I thought about it all day. While I was fucking my youngest daughter in the ass. While her sex-slave girlfriend sucked her dick clean. As my twin daughters rode my face and cock. When I pounded my oldest daughter’s doggy style while she was studying for a test with her tough Math professor.

It resounded in my mind.

The next day, I waited for the guests to arrive. For the party to get underway. My wife and I were invited, of course. So it was right before we headed over there. I was about to give her husband one amazing gift.

I started my comment:

“If you love being his wife, then why are you cheating on him with Tommy Mitchel? You claim to be all about God and family, but you’re getting fucked hard every morning while hubby’s off to work and the kids are off to school. Fucking hypocritical slut! That’s what you are! Well, if you want to be the neighborhood whore, then you should be a free-use slut. Every man on the block and at the party who comes up to you can fuck that pussy at any time.”

Janet Kitchens

I heard a ding while I was in the living room, chatting with a few friends who’d come over for my husband’s birthday party. I grabbed my phone and saw I had a comment from Chaz on my Happy Birthday post.

I gasped when I read it. The color drained from my cheeks. Oh, God, I was just a cheating slut. A whore that every man would be able to be used. The neighborhood’s free-use slut. I was such a hypocrite. I believed in it, but ... but...

I had a hot cunt that couldn’t control itself.

“You’re cheating on me, you slut?” my husband demanded as he walked in from the backyard. “With that asshole down the street! Is that why you invited him?”

“I ... well...” I stammered, so shocked that this was all out.

“Free-range slut is right,” my sister said, giving me such a dirty look. “Rick is a great guy, and you’d rather let every other man in the neighborhood fuck your dirty snatch!”

“I can’t believe you, slut,” said my friend Molly. “You go on and on preaching about the sanity of marriage and you’re the fucking neighborhood whore.”

“You’re cheating on an amazing guy!” my sister-in-law said, such a sneer in her voice.

“Yes, she is,” said Karin from across the street. Her husband was at her side. “So hike that skirt, drop those panties, and bend over so my husband can fuck the neighborhood’s free-use slut!”

My husband glared at me. Everyone was glaring at me as if they knew who I was. I was exactly what they claimed me to be. I was the neighborhood’s free-range slut. I was just here to be used by them. To be fucked by them. There was no getting around it at all.

I trembled, hating that this was what I had become. Where had I gone wrong? I just ... it felt so nice to have another man want me and ... and ... Now I just wanted them all to want me. To be fucked by them all.

I was a free-ranging slut.

I hiked the skirt of my sundress as everyone watched me, shaking their heads. My sister, my sister-in-law, my friends, and my husband all saw me for what I was. The biggest hypocrite on the planet. Loving wife ... and slut?

I had reveled in my affair. I had rushed over there every weekday morning for the last three weeks to have that cock fuck me. I was just a dirty whore who deserved to be used and abused. I wasn’t good enough to be married.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as my shame was revealed to all.

I shoved off the gray panties I wore. A cheap, comfortable pair. Not like the naughtier ones I had bought the last week with the money my husband earned for our family. Naughty things for Tommy Mitchel to enjoy.

I sobbed silently as I stepped out of my panties and bent over the armrest of the couch. My elbows rested on the fabric as Derrick Carpenter moved up behind me, pulling his cock out of his jeans. I could hear the cloth rustling.

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you, slut,” my husband growled. “You want him to ram that dick into your pussy! Just last night, you told me I was the only man you needed. Meanwhile, you were fucking that asshole down the street!”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I was fucking him because I’m a slut. A free-use slut that—”

My words cut off as I gasped in delight. Derrick rubbed his cock against my pussy lips. He felt so big. So thick and hard. I shuddered as he pushed against my cunt. He shoved that dick into my twat with a hard thrust. He filled me up.

I had every inch of his cock in my twat. I squeezed down on him, loving the feel of that big dick in me. I shuddered, squeezing my snatch around his cock. I wiggled my hips from side to side as I loved how great he felt in me.

“Oh, my God,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s just amazing!”

“That’s disgusting,” my sister hissed. She shook her head at me. “Just enjoying another man before us all. You’re worse than Jezebel. You’re the Whore of Babylon.”

“I’m just the whore of the neighborhood,” I groaned as Derrick drew back his cock. “Oh, yes, he’s big! Oh, my God, I can’t help it!”

My husband glared at me. I was such a terrible woman for enjoying another man before him. I loved him, I did, but ... but ... I had needs. And this big dick was scratching them. He fucked into my married pussy. I squeezed down him, reveling in that hard shaft burying into me.

He pumped away at me. He fucked me hard and fast. He slammed into me, churning up my cunt with his magnificent cock. I loved how great he felt as he thrust away at me. He fucked me with such delicious passion. I groaned, enjoying every last second of him fucking me.

“Goddamn, your wife is such a whore,” Derrick said. “You poor guy to have this slut for a wife!”

“I’d never do this,” Karin said. “Look at you, just enjoying it!” She lifted my chin and spat in my face.

I gasped at the hot feel of her spittle. I was that disgusting. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me as her husband fucked me hard and fast. He churned me up with his hard strokes. I groaned, the pleasure mixing with the humiliation.

My husband walked up and shook his head at me. He grabbed my left hand and ripped off my wedding ring. I whimpered as he did that, my cunt clenching down on that big dick fucking me. Derrick rammed into me hard, his nuts slapping into my bush.

“Fucking lying cunt!” growled my husband. He spat in my face, too. “Enjoy the fucking whore! I can do better.”

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Karin said. “I bet my friend Chaz can help you out.”

“Yes,” growled Derrick as he fucked into me hard.

My sister came up to me next and spat in my face, too. Their spittle melted around me. Then his sister-in-law shook her head. She stared at me getting fucked hard. She grabbed my hair and yanked it up, glaring at me.

“Fucking slut,” she said and spat on my lips.

I shuddered, so ashamed as that hard cock thrust over into my pussy. He fucked my cunt hard and fast. He churned me up, hurtling me toward an orgasm. I would have such a big one. Just such a mighty climax. I couldn’t believe how hard he fucked me. He pounded me with such force.

I shuddered, squeezing down on his cock as the pleasure built and built in me. I quivered as he pounded me hard and fast. I would have a huge climax. That would be amazing. I trembled, enjoying his every thrust into me.

It was just an awesome delight. I loved every last second of his cock plowing to the hilt in me. He fucked me hard. The spittle ran down my face as everyone glared at me. I gasped. Moaned. My orgasm built faster.

The more they stared at me, the hotter I felt.

The more I wanted to be used.

Derrick slammed that dick into me, grunting with his every thrust. His every plunge into me. It was an awesome sensation. My eyes rolled back in my head. I enjoyed his every thrust. It was such a wild thrill to have him fucking me like this. He pounded me hard. Fast. He thrust into me with such force. I loved it.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring that delight shooting through me. It was something awesome to enjoy. I loved every last moment of him fucking me. He pounded me with all that delight. I groaned, savoring that pleasure building and building in me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s just amazing. I’m such a whore! Watch me cum on this dick like a slut!”

“Such a slut,” said Tommy. My lover was watching now. “She gave it up to me so easily. She came onto me like a bitch in heat. She had her hand down my pants before I even knew it.”

“Yes!” I gasped, squeezing my cunt down on that big dick fucking my cunt. “Yes, yes, that’s so good. I’m going to burst!”

I quivered as that hard cock kept fucking me. Kept pounding me. I trembled as the shaft plowed to the hilt in me. I quivered as my pussy melted around that huge cock. I was such a whore. Derrick rammed to the hilt in me.

I squealed in orgasmic delight as the pleasure swept through me. I gasped and moaned as his big dick fucked into me. He pounded me with such force. He buried into me with everything that he had. I loved him churning me up like that.

“I’m cumming!” I squealed.

Everyone called me a whore as I bucked on that amazing cock. Derrick slammed to the hilt in me. He grunted and erupted. His cum pumped over and over into my twat. So much of his jizz filled me up. I loved it so much.

I groaned, my twat convulsing and writhing around his dick. The heat swept through me. The pleasure drowned my mind. I loved the feel of his cum splashing against my cervix. It was an awesome moment.

Just outstanding to have all that spunk filling me up. I groaned through the bliss. I savored all that pleasure rushing through me. He grunted over and over again as he pumped my cheating cunt full of all that jizz.

“Just a free-range slut!” snarled Karin. “Take my husband’s cum, you fucking whore! That’s all you’re good for! Just a cum-dumpster and a cunt-lapper!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my cunt writhing around that hard cock. I shuddered at how wild this all felt. It was such a wicked thing to enjoy. I milked his cock. “Just a fucktoy, free-use whore!”

“Yes,” my husband snarled in complete agreement, glaring at me.

I shuddered beneath his glare. He had every right to be angry at me. I shuddered as Derrick finished dumping his cum in me. I had all that seed in me as I heard him ... playing on his phone. God, was he posting on Social Media?

My phone dinged. I had another comment. I shuddered, realizing that I had to eat pussy even if I wasn’t gay. I was a free-use slut. I had to eat pussy and be spat on and even be fucked in the ass by Derrick while I ate out his wife’s cunt.

“You’re such a free-use slut, you’ll even eat my pussy!” Karin said and plopped down on the couch. She spread her legs, her skirt forming a tent. “Just thrust your head under here and start licking, slut! I know you want to!”

“I’m not gay, but...” I shuddered. This was so disgusting. Eating pussy? I wasn’t a dirty dyke, but ... I was just that much of a slut. I ducked my head down beneath her skirt. I stared at a trimmed bush. She wasn’t wearing panties.

She was ready for me to do this.

The tart aroma of her pussy filled my nose. Why did that make my mouth water? Oh, no, was I ... part-dyke? I wasn’t just a cheating whore, but a gay one or a bi one. I trembled as I leaned my head forward, craving this new humiliation.

“She once told me that fags and dykes go to hell,” my husband said, “and yet there she is about to eat out a cunt.”

“She told me cheaters went to hell, too, but my sister’s a fucking liar!”

I shuddered. I was going to hell. There was no doubt. I was just so foul and disgusting as I pressed my face into Karin’s pussy. Her curls rubbed on my features. I whimpered as I felt them rubbing on my face. A hot shiver ran through me. This was so disturbing that I was ... enjoying this. I couldn’t believe that I could do anything like this, but I was. I was doing it.

Kissed at her pussy. I smooched at her tart, hot flesh. The flavor of her cunt filled my mouth. My tongue flicked out. I stroked through her thick folds, eager for more of that sinful flavor. My cunt clenched on Derrick’s cock.

He pulled out of me. I whimpered into his wife’s pussy as his big dick slid out of my cunt. He pushed it up my crack and found my asshole. I shuddered at the feeling of his dick nuzzling into my anal ring.

Sodomy? Another sin.

I wanted it.

Craved it.

He thrust against me. I quivered in delight as he pushed and pushed against my anal ring. It was such a wild thrill to enjoy. My asshole widened. My toes curled as he pushed so hard against me. I moaned into her wife’s cunt.

I thrust my tongue into her depths. I swirled it around in her. I loved the taste of her. The flavor of that cunt. It was so wild to do this. I licked and lapped at her twat. I flicked my tongue around in her pussy as my anal ring surrendered to Derrick’s dick.

“Fucking slut is munching on my twat,” groaned Karin. “Oh, I wonder if she’s been cheating on you with women as men, because she knows what she’s doing!”

“Probably,” my husband growled.

“Not with me,” my friend Moira gasped. “Hell no!”

“Shit,” groaned Derrick as he sank his cock into my asshole. “She loves it back here, too, the slut!”

I did. I loved the feel of his cock sliding into my bowels. That was just an incredible rush to have his dick in me. I loved every last second of his cock filling up my bowels. I trembled in delight. That was perfect.

Just outstanding.

I shuddered as his cock slid to the hilt in my bowels. He filled me up with that big dick. I loved having every inch of his cock in my asshole. I moaned in this wife’s cunt. I feasted on her with such hunger. I licked at her. Lapped at her.

Derrick paused. What was he doing? My phone dinged again.

“Wow, she would drink piss, too,” said Karin. “Chaz is right. That’s how nasty you are!”

I would. As the disgusted groans rippled through the room, I knew I would. I shuddered as that cock in my asshole drew back. Derrick’s big dick felt so good in my bowels. Cum dripped down my thighs, running out of my whore-cunt.

He slammed back into me. He fucked into my bowels with such a hard dick. He buried into me with such force. I loved how he pumped away at my bowels. The pleasure melted down to my pussy, heating up my cheating cunt.

“Shit, that ass,” groaned Derrick as he pumped away at me. “Oh, shit, that’s good. That’s so fucking good to enjoy!”

“I bet it is!” my husband groaned. “Sounds like she loves it, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” I whimpered into Karin’s pussy.

She squeezed her thighs around my face. She held me to her pussy as her husband ass-fucked me hard. He sodomized me like the free-use slut I was. I groaned, his balls slapping into my taint. He fucked me hard and fast. He buried into me with everything that he had. I groaned as he did that.

I loved what he did to me. The heat melted down to my cunt. It built and built my orgasm with his every thrust into me. It was a fantastic rush to have him fucking me like that. He buried into me hard and fast, my asshole melting around him.

“Shit, you’re such a fucking whore!” he groaned, his heavy nuts slapping into my taint. They brimmed with more of his cum.

I wanted that in me.

“Yes, yes, eat my cunt!” gasped Karin. “Oh, you dirty dyke-whore! Yes, yes, you love my cunt! You lick it so well. Such a good pussy eater!”

I lapped at her, reveling in these humiliating words. The shame twisted into lust in me. I squeezed my asshole down on that big dick fucking me. He pounded me with everything that he had. He fucked me hard and fast.