Chapter 5

Jim finally fell asleep, and I was able to give Kyle his phone so he could send Sean the recording. I did not talk to him about what Jim and I discussed. I checked the audio on the video and could not make out any of what Jim and I talked about. I will talk to Kyle later. I needed to sleep and figure this out.

I was having coffee with Julie over the phone the next morning.

“Julie, do you know what a hot wife is?”

“Yes, a Hotwife is a slut that sleeps with her husband’s blessing. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I got out of Jim. He wants me to be a Hotwife.”

“What. Wow. What do you think?”

“I am still sorting it out; I feel relieved he is like that and probably won’t freak out about Sean. I don’t think it is all mine to tell; Kyle is involved. Would he want his Dad to know he had been literally fucked by those guys?”

“I see. Have you talked to Kyle about you becoming a Hotwife and what that means to him?”

“Not yet. I felt weird last night about talking to Kyle, and I did not have time to talk to him this morning.”

“What about Jim? Are you going to let him fuck around? Just how open is your marriage going to get?”

“I gave him my blessing. He – wait till you hear this – he said that you were pretty cute and thought you would be ‘fun.’”

“Oh, I am fun. How would you feel if I had sex with Jim?”

“If you had sex, no problem. If you made love, I would get jealous.”

“I see you want to separate sex and love; you can have sex with other people but only love each other?”

“That’s right. I have sex with Sean and the other guys. I do not love them. You don’t love Jim, do you?”

“I think Jim is a good-looking man, but I am not in love with him.”

“Good. Do you want me to set something up with You and Jim?” This was crazy. I was giving my best friend permission to fuck my husband.

“Let me flirt with him. I will act like I don’t know anything. He might like a little bit of a hunt and chase. I know I would like to see if I could seduce him.”

“Ok, have fun, you little minx.”

“Are you going to see Sean again today?”

“He wants me there every day. I need to find out about Saturday and Sunday. What happens then?”

“Great question. You need to find out.”

“Julie, I have got to go. Can I call you later?” I had just gotten a text from Sean.

“Ok, bye, love you, girl.”

“Love you too.”

I was afraid to look at his text. It was a screengrab from last night’s video. My ass pointed to the camera, and the big dildo pulled my pussy out of my body. Like my pussy wanted to keep it in.

“I see you like BBC bitch. Don’t worry. You’ll get more than you can handle this afternoon.”

What did that mean more BBC than I can handle? Would there be more guys? Which guys? It was a new experience not having to worry about Jim. I liked what I was doing every afternoon. And now it sounded like he was going to escalate it.

“Sounds fun, can’t wait.” Sounds fun. What the hell was I doing? It did sound fun, but why would I admit it? Maybe I was just a slut.

I waited ten minutes, and he did not respond. Ok, I have things to do. I wanted to see what my options were for clothes shopping. I googled Hotwife and got a page full of results, from porn to clothing to jewelry. I clicked on jewelry. It seemed like women advertised that they were hot wives by wearing an anklet with ‘Hot wife’ written in golden letters shining brightly. Could I do that to be so bold that I could show the world that I was freely available? I thought it would be fun. I continued to look at Google search for things about being a Hotwife. There was a lot that had cuckolding as well. Jim said he would do it occasionally but did not want it all the time. I had called him a worm, and he seemed to respond. I watched some Hotwife porn. The wife got gangbanged while her husband watched. One, the husband had a surprise party for his wife, where she was the center of a blowbang. She must have sucked several dozen black cocks. It seemed most of the hot wives were into interracial sex. I liked the visual of the black cock sliding into a tiny white hole.

I had lost track of time. It was time to get going. It did not matter what I wore; I would just take it off on the deck in front of his house. I took another of Jim’s shirts as my dress. And I was headed over to Seans. The trip was easier today. I was looking forward to this afternoon of debauchery. I wondered what surprise he had in store for me.

I walked up the steps and took off my shirt and sandals. Today I turned and looked out at the street. I saw the old man next door, the same man I showed off to yesterday. We waved and smiled at each other. I was naked in public, waving to strange men. My life was unrecognizable from what it was just a few days ago.

I heard the door open, and I turned to see Mosquito. It seemed like it was his job to answer the door. This was what surprise was in store for me. I was getting excited.

“Hi, cunt. We noticed that you had fun yesterday.”

“ah, Yes, I did?” I questioned whether yes was the response he wanted.

“That’s fine. It is time to push some of your limits. Let’s start to find out what you are willing to do.”

Somehow, I knew he would not just ask me questions and take my answers at face value. The problem was that I had no idea what they had planned to do to test my limits. I would have said anal was a hard limit a few days ago, but now I like the feeling. I needed to stop the monkey chatter in my brain.

“Kyle, get over her. Put your dick in her mouth.” This was hard, sucking off Kyle before I was horny. I was still in my right mind. He rubbed his dick on my mouth, and I did not open up.

“You fucking cheating whore, SUCK YOUR SON’S DICK!!” Sean yelled at me. “Slap her, Kyle, across her face and see if she will open up.”

I saw Kyle mouth the word ‘sorry,’ and then he slapped my face; it stung, not only from the slap, but it was Kyle that had hit me. I opened my mouth, and his soft dick laid on my tongue.

“Better. Kyle, you know what to do. You have been on the receiving end of this before. If you don’t, you will be back in your old position in the gang.”

“I have to do this, Mom.” And he started to piss into my mouth. I gagged and spit and tried to get out of the stream. Sean grabbed my head in a vice-like grip and forced my face into the stream of piss. Oh my god, my son was pissing on me. How could I ever look at him the same way again? I was so humiliated being pissed on like I was a human toilette. Then I felt another stream of piss hit my hair. Someone was pissing in my hair. Oh god, this was too much. I saw the other boys pulling out their dicks and getting ready to piss on me. I could taste the piss from when Kyle started it all. I did not dare open my mouth to protest. I knew all that would get me was a mouthful of piss. The only thing I could do was sit and take it. I felt something rubbing on my clit. My hand subconsciously started to masturbate my pussy. I was even more humiliated when I realized I was flicking my bean while five guys pissed on me. I was getting off on what being pissed on? Being humiliated? Maybe a combination. The pussy stimulation helped, and I started to get off. I started to suck on Kyle’s dick, and he stopped pissing and started to get hard. I sucked on him. Vigorously. I had not been paying attention to what they were saying until I started to suck on Kyle’s cock. My mind had been in overload.

“What a piss mop, just a fucking piss whore.”

“You like that bitch. Do you like getting pissed on? I see that you do.”

“Golden shower time bitch. Let’s get your hair wet.”

“You need to learn to open your mouth; Kyle learned to drink our piss. You’re his mother; you should be able to drink it too.”

Another boy finished, and he pushed me down onto all fours. His cock slid into my gushing cunt. He did not seem to care that I was covered in piss. He just wanted to use one of my holes. My body no longer belonged to me. The gang could do whatever they wanted. I was still sucking my son’s big dick. I had a big black dick stretching my pussy. The last of the boys finished pissing.

These boys did not care about me. They just wanted to get off. That was my value, a vessel to accept whatever they gave me.

My mind went to its happy place, and I let them use my body. They fucked my ass and pussy at the same time. They fucked my throat, and I had to jack them off. I was getting used to this treatment. After all, I have been doing this for a few days now. But getting pissed on that was new. I started to grunt in time with their incessant pounding of all my holes. This is where I could see my value. It was as if I was a favorite toy. The boys will play rough.

They used my hair as a literal mop, cleaning the piss off of the linoleum floor. Mosquito took my humiliation and degradation to a new level.

“Hey, toilet mouth, lick my ass.” He squatted over my face and sat his asshole on my face. “Come on bitch stick that tongue out.” Why was I doing this? I felt so goddamned horny. Even shit smells good when you are horny. I took a tentative lick, and it was not bad. I could do this. I heard him moan with pleasure. I licked deeper. His ass was dirty. I don’t think he wiped very well, did any boy? He had dingle berries on his ass hair. The filth of the situation I was in threw my libido into overdrive. I liked this abuse, licking dirty asses, getting pissed on. I did not care if Kyle saw me licking the shit balls off of Mosquito’s ass.

He started to pull my nipples, god it hurt so good. “Yes, use me, boys. I am just a sex toy!” Mosquito grabbed my legs and folded me in half, raising my ass. My holes were on full display. I could not see who but one of the boys started to fuck my ass. Churning my guts. I love anal, god I love sex with these boys. I know they want me to be humiliated, Fuck I love this. Mosquito’s ass was clean; Horse was next to sit on my face. I licked just as enthusiastically oh his ass. It was no cleaner than the last ass. I was eating ass and getting fucked in the ass. My senses were concentrated on assholes.

“Oh, Mom, I love fucking your asshole.” So, it was Kyle in my ass. God, how much more depraved could I be?

“Fuck me good. Yeah, fuck my ass good and hard,” I mumbled around the sphincter I was licking. What a feeling to be completely used by these young men. Why did it get so off on this treatment? They got me up sitting. I must have looked a sight, my hair drenched in pee. My face had cum all over. I could taste the shit from licking assholes. My nipples were hard and pink from all the pinching and pulling. My ass was not closing. It felt like a gaping hole.

“Kiss your Mommy, Kyle. Go ahead and kiss our whore and make her feel like you still love her.” He kissed my cummy shitty mouth. Not only did he kiss me - he KISSED me like a lover. Kissing my son was transcendental. Mind blown, he kissed better than Sean, better than Jim. He owned my mouth, my breath, my soul. I was all his. I started doing this for him, but that did not change; I was doing this for his pleasure and needs. I no longer had to save him. This was so bad, it was good. He did not shy away from my nasty face but took me as I was, a fuck toy for the gang. I could feel the acceptance. I could not see it stopping anytime soon.

Jim would be ok with this. He had to be because I will not stop fucking these boys.

“Ok, bitch clean up the floor.” Sean threw me a towel and placed a bucket near me. “I’ll give you 10 minutes before my mom gets home.”

I tried to clean up as best I could but had no mop or bucket. So I decided to let them degrade me if they wanted to humiliate me. I went around and started to suck up the piss puddles with my mouth. It was cold and smelled bad, and tasted worse. I kept sucking at the larger pools. Finally, Sean said. “Fred, go get her a mop and a bucket this bitch is taking her sweet ass time cleaning up her filth.”

They called it my filth. They pissed on me. Did I own this filth? Was it my fault for getting it dirty? Fred returned with a decent mop and mob bucket, one with an actual ringer. I did not waste any time and got the living room clean. It helped that it was linoleum and not carpet.

“There are a couple of new rules. Kyle has control over what you do at home. What he says you do. Kyle, take over and tell her.”

“You have to wake me up with a blow job. Every morning, I get too horny during school. You can help by giving me relief.”

“What? I can’t do that, your dad...”

“Dad won’t care. I heard you guys talking last night. I know all about him wanting you to be a Hotwife hell. I bet he would like to watch.”

I wish I had talked to Kyle. What would I have said? Your dad wants me to fuck other guys? I don’t think I would have helped. Maybe it was better this way.

“Next, you don’t clean up after our session until I get home. I want you to do a filthy slut walk. Just like Sean used to have me do.”

“That was not a runny nose. That was cum I wiped off your face?” I remembered him coming home, and he had stuff on his face. I did not think anything of it. I just had him blow his nose.

“Yes, it was. I want you to feel the same things I did, and I want to do them to you. Think of it as therapy so I can get over my ordeal. If you need justification.”

I could do this. For some reason, it made sense in my mind at the time. I had already given him several blow jobs, which was not new. I had walked most of the way home covered in cum. He was just making me do things that I already had done.

“You need to get new clothes. I know Dad already offered to get you and Steph a new wardrobe. I want to ensure it is slutty enough for my new Hot mom.

One last thing for right now. You will flash your pussy, ass, and tits. At home and in public. Make it look like an accident like you did not know. Make certain that Dad or I are around. We see you. If we are not around, take a selfie and text me.”

I was kneeling naked in front of my son and his ‘friends,’ my hair wet with piss and my face covered in cum. My mouth tasted like shit. I must be crazy. I smiled at them all.

“Ok, I will do all that. I just have one question. What about Saturday and Sunday? What if I have to visit my parents?”

“Wow, Mom, no fight left in you?”

“What’s to fight about? You are already doing all those things anyway, and I keep coming here for more. “I wanted to add that I like it and want more, but I thought better. My mind and what I found acceptable quickly shifting into the mind and morals of a slut.

“We all have shit to do this weekend, so you don’t have to come here. I want you to text me those selfies you send Kyle. Monitor your phone for messages from all of us. Do what we tell you to do. Simple. Be back here at the same time Monday.”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I will keep you busy.” Now I could not anticipate what nasty things my son would get me to do. I could not wait.

“Get the fuck out, cunt. See you on Monday.” Sean dismissed me.

Kyle did not let me put on my shirt, just my sandals. He made a big show of clipping a leash onto my dog collar. He tied his dad’s shirt around his waist.

“Heal. Bitch, you know how to heal, right?”

“yes,” and I moved to his left side, just slightly behind him like a well-trained dog.

I looked around and wondered who could see me. I looked at Julie’s mom’s trailer. And I could not tell if anyone was peeking out from behind the curtains.

I just know I am going to be arrested for public indecency. “What about the cops, Kyle? I just know I am going to get arrested.”

“I never had a problem, Mom; you can try and hide from bush to bush and car to car; take the back allies’ to try to avoid being seen. I don’t think you need to do that, you have a great body, and anyone should feel thrilled to see it. Plus, Sean’s uncle is the one that patrols around here, and he would take care of it if you did get reported.”

“Kyle, you don’t feel guilty treating me this way?”

“Mom, you started doing this for me. And you are now enjoying the treatment. I don’t see a problem.”

“Ok, son, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Let’s go see the neighbor.” We crossed the street, with me naked and my hair wet from piss. And cum all over my face.

“This is getting to be a regular occurrence. You going to come by and say hi every day?”

“If you want us to. We will, Can you do me a favor, help me clean up my mom?”

“What do you want? I don’t want her in my house. She smells like piss.”

“Yea, I know she loves it. I did not want her in your house. Could you just hose her off?”

“I guess I could.” He turned to get his garden hose.

He returned and pointed the hose at me, “Are you sure this is all right?”

Kyle and the man were not even including me other than looking. They were talking and making decisions for me. My mind took another step along the slut path. I enjoyed being treated like this.

“Hold on. I did not mean that hose. I meant - well, do you need to take a piss? You can piss on her and see if you can wash off some of that cum on her face. You know, it is like how you wash off the shit stains in the toilet when you piss.”

His eyes got big. “No way, really. You want me to piss on her?” He looked at me. “Yes?” was the first time someone had asked to do anything with me. I felt gratitude for being included.

“My mom does not mind. Look how she kneeled on the ground right in front of you. That looks like permission to me.”

I felt as if I should not talk. If I talked, it would break the spell I was under, this feeling of submittal, of being owned. Releasing my guilt, I was free to do what my Son wanted. It was his decision, not mine. Therefore, not my fault. I looked up at the old man, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue.

“Yea, I see she wants me to.”

He pulled out his cock and pointed the head at my face. It took him a couple of minutes to start to pee. I could understand. I could not pee if someone were in the stall next to me in a public toilet. His stream started with just a couple of drops. Then it started to get stronger and stronger.

I had to close my eyes. His piss was splashing everywhere like a high-pressure washer.

“There is some on her forehead. Get that shit.” Kyle directed the man pissing on my face to get the cum off. He must have had to piss because it seemed to go on forever. He shot his hot waste directly into my mouth. It tasted so bad that I gagged on it.

“Come on, Mom. You can do better than that.”

When the man finally finished. Kyle asked the man. “Do you want a blow job now?”

“I aint sticking my dick in that toilet,” that pushed my humiliation and my libido even higher. I was a public john.

“If you want, you can jack off on her. She is a good cum rag.”

“Na. not now. Maybe if you were to see me before you use her next time, I would take a BJ.”

“Ok, we will be back here Monday—about 3 pm. Can I borrow your hose?”

“Mom, I know you were told to wait to clean up. But I am making a decision right here. I don’t want to smell your pissy hair any longer. “ He was cleaning me off for his benefit, not mine. At least I was going to get cleaner, if not really clean.

The man gave the hose to Kyle, and he started to spray me down. God, that water is ever so cold. At least, Kyle, had it set to shower, so the pressure did not hurt.

“Come on, Mom, rub that piss out of your hair.”

He did not stop at my hair. He had me lay on the sidewalk and presented my pussy and ass for cleaning. The entire time the old man watched my humiliation. The shower head sprayed my pussy, and I started to cum. Oh god. I was so sensitive down there that it hurt so good. He forced the stream up my cunt and cleaned my ass. He even used his hand to rub my body to help get me clean.

“Thanks for the use of both of your hoses. We will see you on Monday.”

“Looking forward to it.” And the man turned back to his flower bed, ignoring us. Why did I feel so good being reduced to being just a thing? Kyle did not let me get dressed until I air-dried off. I heeled at his side as we walked along. I felt better but not clean. At least most of the piss was out of my hair. I did not feel as embarrassed anymore walking beside my son while naked. I walked proudly that this was my son. He was man enough for me. I could do anything.

“What happened, Mom? I told you to put up a fight, some resistance. It seemed that you really enjoyed everything we did to you. It was like you wanted even more.”

“I don’t know, but the best I can explain is that I feel that I am turning into what I subconsciously wanted for a long time. I have had fantasies about gang bangs. And extreme sex. But that is all that they were a fantasy. After doing what I have been doing lately, I think reality is even better than fantasy. You heard your dad wants me to be a hot wife. I want to give him that dream. I want to submit to your gang. I want to show off for your dad. I want to get other men to fuck me. I want to be used, Kyle. I feel so free when I am being used. This is how I am meant to be, who I really am.”

“So you like walking home naked on a leash, led by your son?”

“If you like it, I love it.” I could not believe I had just admitted to everything I was thinking.

“Well, I am glad you are having a good time, Mom. I was not when I was their fuck toy.”

“Are they treating you better?”

“Yeah, I am the low man in the group. But I am no longer the lowest. Which is a step in the right direction.”

“Oh, did someone else join?”

“No, Mom, you are the lowest on the list now.”

“Haha. Ok, I deserved that. So really, you are ok with me doing all these things?”

“Hey, I am going to get a blow job every morning. What’s not to like?”

“Here, Mom put your shirt back on.” We were about a block from the house. I could not believe I had walked so far naked. No one had called the cops. I guess no one minded a naked woman walking down the street.

Jim’s car was in the driveway. “Ok, Mom, how will you play this with Dad?”

“I want to see how he reacts and what he wants from me. Can we play it by ear? If he asks, I will not lie to him. But I will not offer any information either. Let’s say I just walked you home from school for now.”

“Ok, but you still smell like piss.”

“I do need a shower with soap.” Did I ever need a shower, my pussy? Even though the neighbor had washed it, it was still leaking cum. Yes, a shower was just the thing this slut needed. Jim was in his basement shop so I could go straight for the shower. I had just gotten the water to temp and stepped in when Jim came in.

“Hey, baby. Need a hand? Or a tongue?” He kneeled before me and started licking my leaking cunt. How could he not tell he was eating someone else’s come? Oh, it did feel fantastic. He slurped loudly as I washed my pissy hair. I hoped he would not smell piss over the perfume of the shampoo. He ate and ate. I pulled his head closer to get to the spots I wanted, just like Sean and his guys guided my head for their pleasure. I used Jim’s face.

I had a wicked thought; did I dare do it? I started to pee just a little bit. Jim licked harder at my hole. He had to know what I was doing.

“More, give me more.” He did like it. Ok, I let it rip, and he stayed there licking my piss-gushing cunt. Slurping the piss up hungrily. It reminded me of when I was slurping all those pissing cocks. It was fun pissing on Jim. He loved it. Just like I liked being pissed on. At least I no longer had to worry about my hair smelling like piss.

“Have you thought any about being a Hotwife for me, Shelly? I would really love it if you did.”

“Yes, I have thought about it a lot. I think I would like that. Oh, and I told Julie that you may want to hook up with her.”

“His eyes brightened. What did she say?”

“Not much, really. She said that she would seduce you if she wanted you.”

“Ok, I will have to keep my senses ready.”

“What about you, your fantasy? What do you want from me?”

He smiled at me and picked up a small box from the counter. “I would like you to wear this.”

“What is it, Jim?”

“Open it. I hope you like it” He was almost dancing like a child on Christmas morning, waiting for his present.

I took the box from him. I slowly turned it around, teasing him with his eagerness for me to open it. It was a jeweler’s box. I slowly opened it, not peeking at it.

“Open it, come on, Shelly, open it. I can’t wait.”

It was gold – a golden necklace – a word formed from shinny cut gold. HOTWIFE gleamed and flashed in the light. The letters were almost a half-inch tall. Not subtle or easily hidden, but a bold statement. He wanted me to ‘advertise’ what I was.

“Wow, this is pretty Jim. So you want me to wear this as an ankle bracelet? How often? I do like it.”

“No, it is not an ankle bracelet. It is a choker. I would love it if you never took it off. Can I put it on you to see how you look, please?”

I was already becoming a committed slut. Sure, let’s advertise my availability. I could be having a lot more fun.

“What are you going to tell the kids, Jim? I think this has to come from you; it is your fantasy.”

“I will talk to them. I think they will see the benefits.”

“So, you would like me to be a slut/Hotwife. Around our kids?”

“Yes, if it makes you happy or you are willing because it makes me happy.”

“I don’t think I could flash my bits to our kids, Jim.”

“I did not say deliberately flash them; if they see anything, you would not have done it on purpose. They are old enough if they catch a glimpse. I believe that they are both sexually active. It’s not like they have not seen tits and ass before.”

“Kyle, I know he will get an erection looking at me in this.”

“Yes, he will. He knows how to take care of those.”

Yes, he does. He sticks his dick in an open hole in his slut mother. I could not tell Jim yet.

“I know he does. I have to wash his socks.” Do all boys cum in their dirty socks? Don’t they know their mom washes them and knows what dried cum looks and smells like? The ignorance of youth.

Jim came up behind me and reached around my neck. His hands were shaking with anticipation.

“Ok, you’re not going to take this off, OK?”

“Ok, I will keep it on all the time.”

“Promise me?”

“Ok, I promise never to take off your Hotwife necklace. Why are you asking me this?”

Click, “It’s that this is a special latch. It does not come undone. You will need to cut the necklace to take it off. I just wanted to know that if you wanted to stop being a Hotwife, I would know when your necklace was broken.”

He wanted me to be his Hotwife permanently - 24/7/365. What would Mom and Dad say? I would be so embarrassed and humiliated. My pussy spasmed at the thought of having my Dad seeing me in my choker, just my choker. I felt my cunt get slimy.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby. This is turning me on as well.” I touched the chain on my neck. It was the perfect length. It was not choking me, but I could not put a finger under the chain. My fingers could not tell which link connected it. It was locked on me.

We were still naked from our shower. I thought I should show Jim how much I appreciated him. I grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. I whispered in his ear. “can I eat dessert first.”

He did not speak, but his cock jerked up.

“Look at us in the mirror. Can you imagine you are watching me suck on a stranger’s dick?” I knelt and licked his dick from his balls to the tip kissing it when I got there. Jim staring hard into the mirror, moaned his pleasure. He let me take him in my mouth. I was looking up at him, watching his expression. It never wavered from the mirror. He must have been imagining what I told him to. “Suck his dick, Shelly. Yea, suck it, you little slut. I love it watching you sucking his dick.”

I increased my actions, licking his dong and looking into the mirror. “Oh honey, his dick is so tasty. I love how he tastes. Watch me as I deep-throat him.” And I proceeded to take him all the way down. I was holding him deep in my throat. I put his hands on my head. I pulled back. “Oh, I love it when he forces his dick down my throat, stretching my neck. Did you see his dick stretch my neck, baby?”

“Yea, suck him, take him deep, you slut. You love being a slut, don’t you?”

“I love being a slut. I want to be the best slut. Watch me eat his cum.”

“NO, Don’t swallow. When he ejaculates in your mouth, Kiss me!”

He came in my mouth. It was so much that I could barely hold it all in my small mouth. He pulled me to stand in front of him. “Does he taste good?”, He kissed me on my cum filled mouth, his tongue probing into my mouth. I spit some of his load into his mouth. He moaned in pleasure. He passed it back into my mouth. We traded the cum between us until we had both swallowed it.

“Yes, he tastes good. Did you like it as much as I did?” I loved the role play we did, making me believe that Jim was watching me suck off another man. Sharing the strangers’ cum with my husband.