Chapter 4

Becky, my slut wife, had been telling me about her weekend with my boss, Mr. Williams. It made me so hard listening to her, she was going to let me fuck her. She was on her back on our bed, our marital bed. I didn't mind she was my boss' slut. She was much better in bed with me, too. My sex life was good now. And she was going to have the baby I could not give her. My boss was going to make her pregnant.

"Come on, Bobby. Stick that little thing in me. Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me."

I crawled between Becky's spread legs, those beautiful legs she'dd wrapped around my boss just hours ago as he fucked her in the limo in front of my house. Now, she wrapped those legs around me and guided me into her.

I couldn't feel any difference. She didn't feel stretched to me. Was she? Was she so stretched from his big cock that she could barely feel me in her? How did it feel to her? How?

Becky's legs were tight around me. I could feel her tighten her pussy. Tighten. I'd hold back. She said sometimes I could make her cum when I fucked her. Sometimes. Maybe if I tried harder to hold back.

"Ummm, Bobby, fuck me. Come on, honey."

She was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat pouring off her. Feel her muscles start to tighten.

"Bobby, so close, honey. Faster, baby. No. Dammit, no. Damn you, can't you learn to hold it? Oh, God. Get down there. Make me cum with your mouth. Hurry, Bobby. I need to cum. Yes. Oh, yes. Come on, you pussy eater. Eat me. Eat me!"

Yes, I'd make her cum. Her hands held my head tightly against her pussy. I was sucking her clit, sucking and licking.

"Yes. YES!" she screamed.

She wrapped her legs around my head, crushing it, squeezing, squeezing my head as she came. I continued to lick her, continued eating her as the aftershocks floated through her. I stayed between her legs, licking at her delicious pussy, as she rested. I felt her stir, then she moved to sit up again. She patted my hand patronizingly.

"Well, Bobby, you almost made me cum with your dick. Maybe next time. It's a good thing you love to suck cum from my pussy while you eat it or you'd never make me orgasm. Do you want to hear about the rest of my weekend?"

"Yes, Becky. I'd like that."

"Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was resting on the pillows and patted the bed beside her. She yawned and stretched.

"Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid maybe five or six and you went to the playground to ride the swings? You'd kick your legs and go higher, and kick and higher. Remember? Then, you'd get way high, kicking your legs to the sky. Right at the top, your head would be so far back you were looking at the ground. Then, movement would cease for an instant and you'd feel weightless. Down you went again, swinging backwards toward the ground. Remember how good it felt?

This was ten times better. Better. My feet weren't swinging much, just the inches the straps in the limo moved, just the inches the rope would allow. But my pussy, oh, my pussy, moved back and forth, back and forth, almost weightless, Bobby. And, my head was back all the time. Oh, Bobby, the best part though was my pussy ring. His finger was through it. With each swing, the tension on the ring tightened. It'd pull. Then it'd be painful and I was afraid I would tear. Just when I thought the pain would make me scream, back I'd swing and the bolts of electricity would fire through me.

Bolts, Bobby, of pleasure, firing from my pussy all through me, making me tingle.

Oh, I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let me. Mr. Williams is a good lover, Bobby, real good. You should take lessons from him. He knows how to make a girl beg for it, especially if the girl is a slut like me.

Then he let go of the ring. He stopped touching me. He wouldn't talk. I swung there in the air, needing to cum. I was so open, so available, my pussy in his face, but he didn't touch me.

'Mr. Williams? Please, say something, ' I finally asked, but he was silent. You know, Bobby, that is when I felt the sluttiest. Just hanging there, my legs spread as wide as they could go, my pussy so open and exposed and him ignoring me, letting me hang. My arms were hurting and my legs ached. I felt my excitement ease away.

The limo slowed. When it did, he removed the ropes, letting me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. I rubbed my arms to get circulation back in them.

'Slut, ' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I'm leaving you here. This is a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, which is my father's unit. Do whatever he says. You're his slut tonight. I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Be wearing this.'

He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, Bobby, it was so delicious. It seemed Mr. Williams was making me more slutty with everything he did. I loved it.

Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the apartment, several of the residents were sitting outside. As I walked by, I heard one say, 'slut'. That was me. Slut.

Can I have some water, Bobby?"

I got Becky the glass of water. She was looking down at her shaven snatch when I returned. I saw her gently stroking the clit ring. Little goose bumps broke on her breasts and chest.

"Oh, thanks, Bobby. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Williams, but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at me up and down. Really, Bobby, I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Williams and he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried to act happy.

'I'm Charles Williams. Call me Horse. All my friends do.' the man said.

I shook his hand, but he didn't let go, pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me. Bobby, there were three other old men sitting on the couch and a man in a wheel chair. He introduced them. Dutch, the man in the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I noticed a video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to photograph me.

Barton was next to him. Barton was eighty-three. He was only about five four and did not weigh any more than I do. He was so scrawny. Bobby, I was afraid he might break. Then, Ed. Ed was way stooped over, with one of those humps on his backs like real old men get. He was leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at me over trifocals. Chick was last. Chick had a huge belly. He was wearing his house slippers.

Oh, Bobby, I was getting really down now. I wanted some fun. What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let me tell you, they had some fun planned!

Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot away from the wall.

"Sit there, girly girl, ' he said with a grin.

I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off it. He picked up my feet and brought them back so the long high heels were hooked behind the chair legs. I could not unhook them without sliding back in the chair, so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all five of them were looking into my shaved pussy.

'Should I take off my dress?' I asked.

Ed replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut with it flopped open like that.'

Oh, Bobby, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, with my knees so wide and my heels locked behind the chair legs. Horse pulled me forward a little more. I was so open in front of them. Horse went into the kitchen. He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and a zucchini. Look, Bobby, my pussy is dripping just from telling you about this!"

She was dripping, too. Becky, my little slut wife, was dripping like a faucet. She dipped her finger in her pussy and licked it clean. Then, she dipped again and offered it to me. Of course, I opened my mouth. Her pussy tasted great.

"Well, Bobby, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It was clear line. Whatyacallit?"

"Monofilament line."

"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to me, said it was for attaching lures. He called it a spinner. It had a catch. He clipped it onto the ring in my clit hood.

'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now, ' Ed said.

'Now, honey, you masturbate on this veggie here while we watch.'

The zucchini was cold, very cold. I shivered when he handed it to me. I put the cold veggie to my pussy lips, moving it around to lubricate it. Horse sat down with the fishing pole in his hand. He pulled the line tight and it tugged my ring. Oh, Bobby, I was still so horny from swinging in the limo, when he started pulling on that ring, I just about came!

'Don't touch your pretty little twat, girly girl. Just use the veggie, ' Horse said to me.

It was so cold, but my pussy felt like a gaping hole. I had to have something up me. I started to squirm from the coldness. Then Horse pulled the line. He was really making me dance with that fishing pole. I started inching the zucchini up my pussy. I was so wet, Bobby. Can you see me, fucking myself on a zucchini with my clit tethered to a fishing pole while five dirty old men watch? I mean, is that world class slut or what!

Oh, Bobby, you're so hard again. Well, this time you'll have to wait!"

"I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you."

"Fuck yourself, wimp!"

"Mr. Williams'll punish you for that, Becky."

She stared at me, a nasty, demeaning stare.

"Well, if that isn't the wimpiest, queerest sounding thing anybody ever said to me. Real masculine, Bobby. What a man! Threatening me with your boss! Like a three-year-old. Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would. But then a real man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his boss, would he?"

I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Williams to fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the bitch happy!

She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs.

"See where I was whipped, Bobby. See how a real man treats a woman who belongs to him. But, you would not know anything about what a real man does, would you?"

I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair. "Look, Bobby. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend."

I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Williams.

"Come on, Bobby," she said softly.

"No. You get on top."

"All right."

She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her pussy. She started to move, move up and down.

What would Mr. Williams do? I thought. What would my boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my slut, too.

Well, let her satisfy me!

Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.