Written by Stephen

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27 Oct 2013


Hi! I'm Stephen. My new wife is a total slut. My old wife was a total bitch and that is where my story must start as it is where my life changed completely.

I still live in the 3 bed end terrace house in which I was born. My parents and I purchased it under the right-to-buy regulations when I returned from uni. I still work for the local company that sponsored me through university. I had a few girlfriends at uni but nothing serious and have had a few lady friends since. At forty I was a contented, if reserved, bachelor. I have a couple of hobbies, photography, I carry a camera everywhere, and computers. Over the years, my 'Den', the garden shed I used as a darkroom has grown to become the substantial, secure brick construction that houses both my computer systems and my now predominantly digital photography equipment.

My father died quite suddenly and my mother started to deteriorate soon afterwards. I installed a full sound and vision system in the house so that I could keep a check on her while I was at work. In fact I could check that she was OK from anywhere I could find an internet connection. It was not a problem, it's what I do.

Mother died and I suppose I was quite lonely, a bit down and unfortunately not on top of my game. An attractive woman started to take an interest in me and I was flattered. I enjoyed our time together. We didn't discuss my work or my life. She wasn't interested and I didn't offer any information, I'm a private sort of person. I did tell her that I have had a 'den' at the bottom of the garden since I was a young lad and that it will always be my own 'private quiet place'. On the 29th February she proposed. I accepted and we married within the month. I wasn't a virgin by any means but I hadn't been allowed inside her knickers during our 'courtship' and was looking forward to our wedding night. She was too tired – a long and exciting day, she had said. The following night she was again 'too tired' but offered to toss me off. A month later and I still hadn't fucked my bride!

She suggested a joint account but I was reticent, I still hadn't even seen her naked so I suggested that if we have one we should start it from a base of equal amounts paid in from each party. She reluctantly agreed. I came home from work one day to be told that she had had a desk top computer system and internet connection installed in the dining room. So that she could do 'internet banking' and 'keep up with the times'. She said that she would look after it implying that I wasn't computer literate. I didn't correct her.

Every so often I have to travel to the European offices. I would usually be away for 3 or 4 days at a time. On one such occasion I took the bus to the airport only to eventually be told that the flight was delayed by 4 hours. I took the bus home. When I entered the house I immediately heard some different noises coming from upstairs. They were not the noises of a burglar! I slipped off my shoes and crept up the stairs. The main bedroom door was open and in the mirror doors of the floor to ceiling wardrobe I could see my naked wife kneeling on the edge of the bed. A man was laying under her. She was sucking his cock! Another man was standing between her legs fucking her! No wonder the bitch was always tired!

I carefully took my camera from my pocket, set it to movie mode and recorded her antics. I also used my phone camera to record 1 minute bursts. After 10 minutes or so I crept back downstairs, let myself out the back door, locking it behind me and went to the den. I activated the sound and vision system, checked that they were working and that she was still entertaining her friends. I collected a couple of items and returned to the house. Ten minutes later I let myself quietly out of the front door, stopped in the driveway for a few minutes then walked back to the bus stop. When the bus dropped me off near the office my cock was just beginning to relax from the rampant hard I had been enduring since first looking in the wardrobe mirrors.

I told my secretary that she should advise the Bonn office that my flight was delayed and asked for a nice cup of tea, please, advising her that unless it was an emergency, I was not here.

I fired up my laptop and checked that the remote access was working. It was. My wife was now sitting on one cock and sucking the another. I put on the headphones and turned up the sound. She was obviously enjoying it by the sounds of slurping and groaning she was making. I checked the tracker on her car then initiated a personal, full security employee check. Reflecting that maybe I should have done that a long time ago.

Four days later I returned from Bonn, she was very tired that night, as usual. I went to my den after dinner to check my systems and results. I first fired up my laptop and logged into the company system. Turning on the main system monitor I started to scan through the video records. She had entertained 4 more men since I had filmed her in the mirror, 1 in the dining room and 3 in the bedroom. The guy in the dining room was probably a chance encounter. He seemed to be fixing the printer.

I stopped the video and logged into the company email system. I needed to order some security equipment for the Bonn office and some more bits and pieces for my den. I got my cock out, reached for the box of tissues, re-wound to the engineer section and started the video.

She appeared wearing a loose dressing gown and bearing two cups. As she held out one cup her gown swung open revealing that she was totally naked AND that she had a smooth pussy!

“See anything you like?” she asked the engineer.

“Yes!” he replied, “but the view is spoilt by your gown. Take it off.” She put her cup down and shrugged her shoulders.

“Is that better?” she asked, standing naked before him with a big smile. She knelt down and started to undo his trouser zip. He didn't resist. She took his trousers and pants down in one go releasing his cock. She licked it from root to tip and it visibly stirred. “What a beautiful cock you have,” she said, “I bet I can make it nice and hard for you!” and opened her mouth and slipped it between her lips and down her throat until she had the full length in her mouth then she started in earnest. Licking, sucking, stroking and teasing. She was moaning with pleasure and slipped one hand between her legs and started to finger-fuck herself. She asked him if he wanted to shoot his seed into her mouth or fuck her cunt. He told he he would fuck her mouth and that she could wank herself off if she wanted.

He took hold of her head and started to face-fuck her with long deep strokes. Each going into her mouth to the root of his cock. Her groans of pure pleasure seemed to get louder and louder the harder he thrust his cock into her mouth. She started to squeeze her own tits while using the other hand to fuck herself with more fingers. I could see she was getting close to orgasm, her movements became jerky, she left her tits alone and began rubbing her clitty frantically.

The engineer was now holding her head still and pushing his hips backwards and forwards. “Come on slut! Toss yourself off then I'll fill your dirty mouth with spunk.”

That seemed to push her over the edge. Her body started to convulse and tremble, only her head remained totally still, clamped in the vice like grip of the engineer. His head went back as his hips thrust forward and he held his cock buried up to the hilt in her mouth. “Drink my spunk slut! Swallow it all! Spill one drop and I'll take my belt to your arse!”

She started to cum again. Her fingers were going wild in her cunt and the hand on her clitty was a blur of movement as an almighty groan of total pleasure came through the headphones.

When the engineer had finished filling her mouth with his seed he pulled it out, savagely. “Show me, Slut!” he demanded. She opened her mouth and licked her lips. “Have you spilt any, Slut?” She dribbled, and nodded. “I shall be back again next week to fill the paper tray, put six bright red stripes on your arse and fuck your mouth! Do you understand, Slut?” he told her. She nodded. “I said do you understand, Slut?” he repeated.

“Yes! Sir!” she replied obediently.

“Good! Now remain naked until you have shown me out, Slut!”

They left the room and I followed their progress until she stood, naked, at the front door watching him walk down the pathway. He would be filling the paper tray in 4 days time. I reached for a tissue.

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