Hello! Thank you all for your wonderful responses and encouragement – to continue... We were still spooned when I awoke and could feel Tom's gentle breathing on my shoulder. I thought about the previous night and how we might make it work. I slipped my fingers between my legs and stroked my wet pussy as I thought about the practical problems; Do I pick the man or does Tom? If me, does Tom get a veto? If Tom, do I get a veto? Where? Hotel or home? Repeat or one night stand? Should we know the man or should he be a total stranger? I told myself that the man should be younger so that when he performed Tom wouldn't feel in anyway inadequate. But deep down I suppose that what I was really saying was, if I'm going to get some good sex I wanted it to last as long as possible with repeat performances. I was not warming to the idea, I was getting decidedly hot for it! Tom woke when I shuddered as a self induced orgasm made me shudder. He kissed me and said 'So, you still like the idea then? Good!' Over breakfast we discussed the whole thing in detail, agreeing on just about every point. To start with Tom would find a younger man, I would just be 'presented' to him in an hotel room away from our area. This was a scenario in quite a few of Tom's earlier stories. Tom would tell him the ground rules and I would be 'used' until either he, the man, or I, the slut, had had enough. The man would leave and Tom and I would go to bed for the remainder of the night, if there was any. Tom would have no physical involvement and only interfere if I asked. He would always be present. Even though I had long since finished having periods, a condom would be used except when I was sucking his cock or if I changed my mind. I would only suck cock if the man ate my pussy. I would swallow only if I wanted to. I could do whatever I wanted and ask the man to do whatever I wanted. After breakfast I asked Tom to shave my pussy, smooth. I told him that if I wanted a stranger to eat me then I should have something that he would want to eat and that I wanted to feel his mouth and tongue everywhere not just inside. Tom smiled very happily and hugged me close before starting to undo my dressing gown. As he said, I needed to get used to being seen naked at all times of day or night. I have to admit it felt good and my nipples were surprisingly erect by the time we reached the top of the stairs. It took Tom a long time to shave me perfectly smooth, he hadn't done it for far too many years. Eventually he pronounced himself satisfied, knelt down between my parted legs and checked his handiwork, with his tongue. Quite soon I was holding his head hard up against my pussy pushing up to meet him and grinding my hips round and round, my pussy hard up against his face. It felt so wonderful to come like that and I soaked him with my love juices. He was beaming with pride when I finally let him stop. Fashion show, he demanded, undies only, first. I emptied my knicker drawer onto the bed and modelled every pair, we made two piles. The 'acceptable' pile was very, very small. Tom wrote 'knickers – small & very small' on a sheet of paper. Bras! He announced, only one pile this time! All rejected! Turn around, slowly he said so I turned slowly and he told me to lift my arms. He nodded appreciatively. OK, no bras required, you look good enough to fuck without one. I mentally preened myself at that remark – braless in public! It sounded very attractive, and dirty! Tom drew a line though the 'knickers' item. “Why did you do that?” I asked. “Well,” he reasoned, “The only people who will know that you are knickerless will be those guys that want to get inside them anyway, so no point! A smooth accessible pussy will be much more inviting!” You cannot argue with that logic! I felt my pussy getting wet again. I was really, really getting into this idea. Tom noticed, I'm sure, because he gave me such a beautiful smile. Stockings? There wasn't a pile, acceptable or otherwise likewise no suspender belts. They went on the list and stayed there. Dresses and skirts? I could just about squeeze myself into some of my sexier ones but not many. I told Tom to put 'Must take more exercise and diet a bit!' on the list and he laughed saying I was perfect as I was. I pointed out that I didn't need to be perfect for him but to attract other men. Tom looked even happier and I had a wonderful warm glow deep down inside. I was really, really, really getting into this idea now. I finally tried on my old 501's, OK I should get points for trying! Tom chuckled, I giggled and eventually gave up completely. “OK,” I said, “when I can get them over my bum, but not necessarily done up, I'll be ready to go public!” If that wasn't a bloody good incentive to loose a few pounds I don't know what was. I started to walk to work, about a mile each way. I took the flat route in so I didn't get all hot and sweaty and the hilly way home. Within a few weeks I was feeling much better. Some of the girls in the outer office even commented. I changed my diet, just a little and that benefited both Tom and myself. After a month of good exercise, including in bed, (that smooth pussy and keeping it nice and smooth worked wonders for Tom (and me!)) and a careful diet I had lost quite a bit of excess weight, mostly water, I know but I felt loads better, I could exercise without getting out of breath and my skin positively glowed. I had even noticed my boss taking more interest in me than usual. Another month and it was time to do a little shopping! At this early stage shopping was confined to clothes that made me feel better in myself, more attractive and more confident rather than outright sexy although I did buy thongs and strings to replace my harvest knickers, as Tom called them. I was still working on getting the 501's over my bum! Changing from a normal, I'm not at all sure that is the correct word, wife to a cum slut wife is a very slow process and I do hope you will stick with me on this. Would you like to hear how things progressed? Please let me know.