I have always enjoyed “Slut Wife” fantasies, and my beautiful wife loved being the centre of attention, flirting with guys and feeling desirable. But that was as far as things ever went. I openly encouraged her to dress sexy and enjoy herself flirting, as I wasn’t at all jealous, and in my eyes, she really sparkled and came alive when flirting with guys. She enjoyed that, and so did I, but I wanted more. All my efforts to talk to her about going further, made me feel like a sick pervert. My wife is a broad-minded, fun loving, adventurous and very sexual woman, but involving other people was just too perverted for her. A few years down the line, we had 2 children and were going through a bad patch. I moved out for a while, to give us more space, but we stayed together as a couple. This breathing space allowed us to recapture our early days, and our relationship improved no end. The idea that we were partly separated allowed us to play with the idea of her dating someone “for fun”. Over the next couple of months, we played with the idea and she became more and more interested in the possibility. I engineered a casual meeting with an acquaintance of mine (to fix her car) whom I thought my wife would find attractive. She did. We agreed that if he asked her out, that she would at least think about it. When he returned with the car they flirted a little and he asked her out for a drink sometime. She agreed to call him. We discussed her possible date, and had great fun playing with the idea and were both excited by our new game. We agreed that she was to go out with him to see if she could have some fun – we called it “playtime”. This wasn’t about her having sex. At this stage it was about the buzz of another man wanting her and we were playing with that excitement. She phoned him to set up a drink at a local, and we had as much sex as we could at every possible opportunity between then and the day of the date. On the night of the date, I helped her get ready and then took the children to my flat for the night. Gareth met my wife at the pub and they had a pleasant time with plenty of flirting but nothing too heavy. She gave him a suggestive kiss goodnight after he walked her home, and that was that. She phoned me as soon as she was in, and we both felt that was an ok experience. Over the next few days we seemed to talk endlessly about Gareth, and what could happen. My wife wanted to feel desired, but Gareth wasn’t forward enough. This gave me the opportunity to “train” my wife to motivate him. We had great fun talking about clothes, the way she moves, the effect her legs, breasts, nipples and arse can have on men. This was fantastic. I knew now we were going to go to the next level. I had finally found a way to talk to her about having fun using her body to make men want to fuck her – without her making me feel like a pervert. We practiced how she could turn him on by teasing him more and more with her body, setting up situations, flashing, touching and flirting. As a twist, I decide not to penetrate her when having sex, making her more cock hungry and focus on her cock-sucking skills. Cock-sucking is important to me, and I love thinking of her sucking other mens cocks. She practiced sucking my cock, looking into my eyes as she licked the shaft like a lollipop, rubbing it against her face and tits, talking like a cock hungry slut. She practiced how she would seduce Gareth, driving him wild by teasing him with her body, then sucking and playing with his cock, feeling his hard horniness for her, while she flaunted her body, encouraging him to grope and feel her wherever he wanted while she played with his cock. The second date went much better. I was at home with the kids, while she spent the evening at the pub with her new friend Gareth. I was in bed when she returned, slid in beside me and told me how they’d snogged for 20 minutes like teenagers on the bench around the corner. Needless to say, I gave her plenty of re-assurance and positive feedback while we fucked furiously. The Third date went much better. I had the kids at the flat overnight and she called me as soon as she got in. He had come back for coffee, and was sat in the lounge. She was in the bathroom, talking to me on the phone for support, re-assurance and advice. The date was going well, but he was too nervous, and not at all forward. I told her to change into her short, sexy nightgown over her hold-ups and thong (no bra, of course), saying it was more comfortable. She was to play some music to dance to. This way, he could sit on the sofa and be as passive as he liked, while she danced encouraging him to join her. The nightgown would allow her to really tease him, showing off her tits, stockinged legs and thonged arse as she danced. I was sure it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t help himself. She was nervous when she put the phone down, but I did all I could to re-assure her and encourage her to get into the buzz of feeling like a sexy, powerful, desired woman. An hour later she called me again. Things were going great and she sounded really pissed and playful. She had changed into her nightgown and danced as I suggested. Gareth was soon dancing with her, feeling her arse, and stroking her breasts. She became extremely horny with him touching and kissing her, while she often rubbed his hard cock, teasing him mercilessly. They had been playing like that for about an hour, but he’d made no attempt to fuck her and I could tell she was disappointed. I suggested she just told him she was going to bed and he could join her if he wanted. She felt fine with that, so I said she should really nail it home by walking up the stairs in front of him, ensuring she flaunted her stocking tops and arse for him on the way to bed. She phoned me in the morning and told me she got laid. It wasn’t great. In fact it was a disappointment and embarrassment for her. But we were both still incredibly excited and happy that we had done what we did. It was now perfectly ok now for her to sleep with other men if she wanted. My dream come true! The disappointment in Gareth’s performance was really the result of bad chemistry, so I encouraged my wife to try someone else. Someone who was more fun and confident. We discussed a work colleague of hers. This was a man who was dating my wife when I first met her. There was a slight overlap where she was seeing us both, before she fell for me and stopped seeing him. His name was Dave, he’s ten years older than my wife, well endowed, good fun and had always been a frequent character in my own slut wife fantasies as they were still colleagues and friends, and he still had the hots for her. We agreed that she was to start dating Dave and see how things went. He was involved in a long tern relationship, but my wife knew he was up for having an affair with her. We had now got to the stage where it was accepted that: My wife was allowed to fuck any guy she wanted. This was because I, her husband, wanted the comfort of knowing my wife (who is an incredible shag) was well fucked and satisfied. As I loved her being well fucked – and it took the “pressure” off me. I was not allowed to even flirt with another woman – as had always been the case, and I have no interest in any other women anyway. There was a work party coming up that Dave was going to, so I went shopping for an outfit for my wife to wear. With new sexy lingerie, new shoes, handbag and jewellery she looked a million dollars in the new, and specially tailored short sexy party dress. I had the dress tailored slightly to allow her to easily adjust the length of her skirt, and more easily flaunt her breasts to anyone talking to her. Fantastic! To her colleagues, and everyone else at the party, she was dressed sexy – not at all tarty or slutty. But if she chose, she could flash her stocking tops and breasts discreetly. Again we talked endlessly about how she would have fun with Dave, and how proud I was of her as she was such a great horny fuck. As Dave was such a big boy, we decided that I should start fucking her fully again, so that it would be more comfortable for her when Dave was fucking her. Plus, she also argued that the more cock she got, the more she wanted. I was pleased, as I was desperate to fuck her again, and was often giving in to her demands for me to fuck her as I trained her for Gareth. We both took the afternoon off on the day of the party. We had a lovely lunch at a restaurant and then back home to prepare for her night with Dave. As soon as we got through the door we pulled each others clothes off and headed straight for our bed. We had fantastic sex, talking all the way through about what she was going to do with Dave, and how I should try not to suck her nipples too hard so her tits wouldn’t be sore when Dave was playing with them. She insisted that I fucked her hard, and for a long time to loosen her up. Reminding me that he was VERY well endowed, and she didn’t want it to hurt when he fucked her hard. She insisted that I fucked her doggy style (which she isn’t keen on with me, but I love it) saying she knows Dave’s going to love fucking her that way. After sex, I trimmed her already neat pussy hair and she took a long bath. I moisturised her whole body, feeling every inch of her, imagining Dave feeling the same. I dressed her in her underwear (thong and hold ups, no bra) and she did her make-up and hair. Then some mint nipple cream as a special surprise for Dave, followed by her dress, shoes and jewellery. She looked fantastic! A couple of twirls, then she practiced her “bend-and-shows” checking how far she had to lean to flash a nipple, and how far she had to bend to flash her stocking tops. I gave her 6 condoms for the night to slip into her bag. “Wishful thinking!” she said, and laughed, as she pulled a box of 12 extra large from a draw. I had to pinch myself. I couldn’t believe that my wife was really living out my fantasies. For real, my wife was becoming a Slut Wife. She phoned me from the taxi, on the way to his place to say, very confidently and loudly that she was going back to Dave’s place, and would probably be back in the morning. Dave dropped my wife home about lunchtime the following day. She looked shattered. She smiled at me and gave me a tight hug, telling me she was exhausted. I asked her if she had a good time, and she said yes. I asked her if she got laid and she said yes. I asked her how she was and she said, “I have been fucked and sucked so much I feel like a rag doll.” We had a very satisfying, but very quick fuck without talking. I imagined her sucking his massive cock and it sliding into her pussy the whole time. She had a few bruises, her pussy was sore and loose, she had carpet burns and her nipples were red sore. She fell asleep in my arms as I lay there imagining Dave’s hands on her, what he did, how he groped her, sucked her, licked her and fucked her. At dinner my wife told me the full story. There were a few situations I wanted her to ensure happened. She knew I wanted all men, who were privileged enough to fuck my wife, to believe she was the best fuck ever. To enjoy seeing her, feeling her and fucking her in certain ways, and she said she fulfilled every one, plus an extra bonus. It started with her flirting outrageously with Dave at the club. Touching his cock, teasing him with flashes and innuendo. They both got incredibly horny and left in a taxi early. In the cab she really teased him, letting him suck on her tits and rub her pussy, while she played with his cock and they kissed. They were all over each other, and even joking with the driver. She told them both she’d better ring her husband to say she wouldn’t be home. They were both shocked, but Dave continued sucking her nipples and rubbing her pussy while she called me. After the call she told Dave (and the driver) that it was perfectly OK with me, for her to get well fucked every so often. This made Dave want to take her thong off then and there, but they had just arrived and the car stopped. They joked with the driver for a couple of minutes about her behaviour, and she gave the driver a suck of each nipple as a tip. As soon as they were in the house she pulled her dress off. This was one of my requests. I wanted him to lust after her, walking around in stockings, heels and thong. He started to kiss and fondle her, but she pushed him back, telling him to get drinks. While he was preparing the drinks, she walked around, putting the music on and “posing” to drive him wild with lust for her body. It wasn’t long before he was all over her. Tits, arse, and pussy all getting attention while he was kissing her all over. She got him down to his boxers, and started paying attention to his cock. She sat him on the sofa, and kneeled next to him so that she could suck his cock while he played with her nipples and felt her arse. He slipped her thong off and started rubbing her clit and pussy – then the doorbell rang. Dave went to the door while my wife quickly put her thong back on. As it turned out, it was the taxi driver. With all the fun they were having, he’d forgotten to collect the fare. Dave, naked, let him in joking about the situation with my wife stood there in just stockings and thong, feeling naughty. My wife then asked the driver (who was about 50, unfit and quite ugly) for a dance while Dave got some cash. He had his hands on her hips, and his eyes on her tits when Dave came over with his cash. But he didn’t make a move to leave so she was now dancing with both of them. Dave took the lead and started touching her tits, encouraging the taxi driver to do the same, instead of the cash. Next, off came her thong, and the taxi drivers trousers. She was now stood there with a cock in each hand and two men feeling her tits, pussy and arse, while she told them how much she wanted to suck their cocks and then fuck them senseless. She said the thrill and horny energy she felt was more than she ever imagined in fantasy. After she sucked them both off onto her face and tits, Dave and the Taxi driver fucked her together for about 2 hours, in all the positions I fantasise about, before the driver had to leave. Then Dave fucked her again twice before they slept. She enjoyed every minute of it. Dave’s big cock, behaving like a real slut, fucking 2 men like whore. In the morning Dave screwed my wife in the shower, then she dressed in her party dress ready for her lift home. Just as they were about to leave, a friend of Dave’s turned up. Paul, Dave and my wife chatted with coffee for while, and when the subject of why she was there in a party dress was brought up, the situation became sexual again. To cut a long story short, my wife enjoyed another threesome with Dave and Paul for the next three hours. Paul was nearly as large as Dave, which really pleased her, and he was softer and more sensual than the taxi driver the night before. The whole thing was just incredible. The situation had got out of control, and events overtook us. But the thrill, excitement and happiness it created was unreal. We decided that she was not to see him for 2 weeks, while we took stock. However, they kept flirting when they saw each other at work, and had the occasional lunch. There was some petting and flashing, but most of all there was plenty of talking. My wife and I would talk of little else, as we picked over that night, and possible future nights. We would often be out at functions, or with family, her the pillar of respectability - and all the time we shared the secret of her slutty hobby. Dave was on the phone a lot, having phone sex with my wife, telling her what he (and his friends) would do with her if she agreed to see him again. All while I was eating her pussy and sucking her nipples for her. Two weeks later Dave collected her for her 1st gangbang with Paul and Matt. The joy of a slut wife is unparalleled. Sam