Taken or given? Part 3

My wife slowly transforms into a horny slut that can't seem to get enough cock. This is great for me - at the moment.

Over the next few days after her night with Jimmy, Sam told me that he had been much more aggressive at work. Not only verbally, but also physically, like grabbing her tits and ass whenever he got the chance. She had to finally tell him to stop, saying that if he were caught, he would get fired. That curbed most of it, but he was still trying to get her to go over to his place over lunch or after work for a "quickie".

She always turned him down, saying that she wouldn't do something like that without talking to her husband. I was happy to hear her say that, but there was an implication that she would otherwise, so I asked her directly.

"Do you want to fuck him again?" I asked.

"Truthfully, I have thought about it, and it makes my pussy tingle. But I won't cheat on you, no matter how how turned on I get."

"So, if I gave you permission, you'd take him up on his offers?"

"Maybe, when I'm in one of those moods."

"Is he better than me?"

"No, not better. Just different. You make me feel loved and appreciated. Jimmy just has a nice fat cock that makes me cum. A lot. But he's a macho little shit that thinks he's god's gift to women and is worthless for anything other than sex." She answered.

After more discussion we both agreed that the time with Paul was better because we were both involved. She didn't think that Jimmy would be up for something like that because of his ego. But I told her that if she was in that mood and really wanted to ride his fat cock, to go for it as long as she told me about it later. I guess some would call this a perpetual hall pass.

The next day, Sam told me that Jimmy had once again asked her to go to his place for a "nooner". She said she was tempted, but turned him down because she didn't want to smell like sex at work for the rest of the afternoon. Then she asked if it would be OK to "stop by" his place after work "one of these evenings".

I reminded her that I had already given her my "permission" for such an event. The very next day I got a call from my wife in the late afternoon telling me that I was on my own for dinner as she had "something she needed to do" on the way home. I assumed she was being coy because she didn't want to be overheard admitting to a booty call with a co-worker while at the office.

I figured she be home between 6:30 and 7:00, so I was a little worried when 7:30 rolled around and I hadn't heard from her. About 20 minutes later I heard the garage door open. I was waiting for her when she walked into the kitchen from the mudroom (the interior entrance to the garage).

She had that well-fucked look, not totally disheveled, but satisfied. I had the urge to take her right there.

"You look hot." I growled.

"Do you want to reclaim me?"

"I don't know about that, but you look so fuckable right now."

I swept her into my arms and kissed her hard, hands on her ass, pulling her into my cock. She clawed at my back and ground her pussy on me. I started unbuttoning her blouse, but got impatient and pulled it over her head after undoing the first couple. Her bra quickly followed.

As I sucked greedily on her tits, I unsnapped her pants and tugged them down over her hips. That's when I noticed she didn't have any panties on. I looked up at her.

"What happened to your panties, love?"

"Jimmy kept them. He said he wanted a memento."

"A trophy, more like." I said as I pulled her pants to the ground.

I didn't even let her step out of them. I just spun her around and bent her over the counter. Then I quickly undid my own pants and pushed them down along with my underwear.

I lined up my cock with her messy cunt hole and pushed it in without any more foreplay, eliciting a satisfying squeal from Sam.

"You like that, huh? You just a horny cock hound today?"

"Yes! Give it to me Pete." She hissed. "Give your horny wife what she needs."

"Didn't you get enough from your boyfriend already?"

"I need you right now. I need you to cum in me and reclaim my cheating cunt!"

My wife has used the word 'cunt' maybe 3 or 4 times the entire time I've known her, so I know she was super turned on.

"I'm going to drop a huge load in you, but first I'm going to make you cum again. How many times did you cum on Jimmy's fat, black cock?"

"I don't know." She moaned. "Just fuck me."

I stopped, with my cock just at her entrance.

"Yes, you do. Tell me or I'm just going to tease you." I said, and pushed just the head into her before withdrawing again.

"Three times! Now fuck me you bastard."

I slammed back into her and continued at an even faster pace than before. Sam was gasping; I was growling. Both of us chasing our own impending climax. She got there first, her entire body shuddering; her cunt squeezing my cock in spasmodically.

I kept pounding her, extending her orgasm and quickly approaching my own. I remembered what her face looked like as Paul fucked her on the table and I held her arms above her head. She had a look in her eyes of pure wanton lust. Complete abandonment to the pleasure of the moment. I imagined that's what she looked like now and I came, slamming my cock into her love hole as deep as I could.

I held my place there, up on the balls of my feet, pushing Sam's feet off the floor as I emptied my balls into her womb. It was so satisfying. Then it was over and my calves were cramping. I pulled out, cum still dribbling out of my cock and dripping onto the clean floor.

My wife was back on her feet, but still bent over the counter, trembling and sighing.

"Honey, I'm home." She said weakly. "How was your day."

"It was a rough start, but it ended great."

"Yeah, me too."

This repeated a couple of days later, except this time she came home a little later and without her bra or panties.

"This could get expensive." I said.

"I needed to buy some new pairs anyway." She said.

I should have seen the warning signs then, but I thought she was just caught up in the novelty of having sex with a younger black man and when that wore off, she would be back to normal. In the meantime, we were having the best sex since that first year of marriage.

Now it was Friday and I got a call from Paul. He told me he had just gotten back in town from business trip and had booked a suite at a local casino/resort for the weekend and was hoping we'd drop by to party with him a little. I'm not much of a gambler, but he said it was all on him, and the resort wasn't far from where we lived, so I agreed we would meet him on Saturday night at the poker tables.

He made sure to verify that Sam would be coming too. Apparently he was still smitten with her. I wasn't worried; I was devoted to her and I knew she felt the same way. In fact, I was looking forward to seeing what might happen.

My wife usually dresses for comfort, but for this evening she chose a sexy top with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that required her skimpiest bra. This revealed plenty of cleavage, which is probably why she didn't wear it too often. She said it made her feel like an exhibitionist. I always wondered what was wrong with that.

Anyway, she paired this with a knee high skirt that had a provocative slit up to her hip on one side. She compromised on the shoes, wearing open-toed sandals with a modest heel. Sam hates uncomfortable shoes and only wears high heels for weddings.

"Do I look slutty?" She asked.

"Is that what you were going for?"

She gave me one of those disapproving looks that only women can pull off. You know, the kind that make you feel like her eyes are boring holes through your head.

"If so, you failed." I said. "But you pulled off the sexy, sophisticated look very well."

"Good recovery." She smirked.

It was a busy night at the casino and even though there were a lot of good looking women/girls there, my wife still turned some heads. As promised, we found Paul at one of the poker tables. He stood up when he saw us approaching and gave Sam a big, lingering hug. I couldn't blame him - she looked hot as hell.

"Sit down and play." He said has he dropped a bunch of chips into my hand.

"I can't take these." I objected.

"Don't sweat it, they came with the package. Besides, I'm counting on Sam bringing us some luck, so you're really just helping me to win more!"

I knew it was no use arguing with him, so I just sat down and started playing. Sam seemed amused and just stood by watching for a while and chatting with us. Then she got bored, so I gave her my seat and remaining chips. Of course, she began getting better hands almost immediately.

By the time Paul had lost all his chips, my wife had won back all that I had lost and a little more. He was amazed and told her she could keep it since he had fully expected me to lose it all anyway. Then we went off to get something to drink and maybe snack on.

We found some empty chairs a the big bar in the middle of the place and ordered some drinks and chicken wings. We were about half way through both when a guy showed up besides Paul and greeted him.

"Hey, Tom, I haven't seen you in a couple of years! How are you doing?" Paul asked.

"I'm great, man. How about you?"

"Liv'in the dream. Oh, I should introduce you to my friends. This is Pete and Samantha."

Tom's eyes got big. "Is this the same Samantha you blabbed on about all the time?"

"The one and only." Paul said. Was he blushing?

"So she really exists." Tom said. "But your descriptions didn't do her justice."

My wife just put her hand out and said, "Please call me Sam."

He took her hand gently, but he didn't shake it. Instead he lifted it to his lips and kissed it, looking her in the eyes the entire time. Although I'm sure he was tempted to stare down her blouse.

"It's my pleasure." He said smoothly.

Sam giggled in that cute way that always melted my heart. She could act so innocent at times like this and then be a total slut in the bedroom. God I love that woman.

Paul explained that Tom was his dorm-mate for his first undergraduate years in college and that they had become best friends during that time. Apparently it was Tom that had gotten him into weight-lifting and taught him how to approach and bed horny college girls.

It was obvious that we weren't going to be able to shake this guy for the rest of the night, so the possibility of getting something going with Paul and Sam seemed like long odds now. Eventually she noticed my enthusiasm was waning.

"What's wrong?" She asked when we had a brief moment to ourselves. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself."

She knew me too well.

"I was hoping to have some adult fun with Paul again, but that seems unlikely now."

"Why? Because of Tom?"

"Well, yeah. What are we going to say, 'Sorry pal, but we're going to go off and fuck my wife now, and you aren't invited, so shove off'?"

"Who says he's not invited?" She said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Are you serious?" I said, my cock hardening.

"As a heart attack. Look, this wouldn't be my first time with 3 men at once."

I knew that she had been much more, err, willing to experiment during her college years, but she hadn't told me about any gang bangs. Apparently she had been holding out on me.

"And this would be your, what, second, third, what?"

"Second." She said and punched me playfully in the arm. "What do you think I am?"

"I'm starting to wonder myself." I said.

"Hey, what are you two conspiring about?" Tom said as he and Paul rejoined us with our drinks.

"Oh, nothing." I said.

"Actually, we were just saying it would be nice to get away from all this noise. Paul, you said you had a suite? Maybe we could all go there to enjoy our drinks and company." Sam said.

"That's a great idea!" Tom exclaimed, grinning ear to ear.

I'm sure they both sensed a subtle shift in the mood. And so off we went.

The hotel was part of the casino, so in just a few minutes we were walking into his second floor suite. It was very upscale, as you might expect for a venue like this, with a separate lounging area and bedroom. Both had a small balcony accessible via fancy french doors instead of sliders. Classy all the way.

Paul turned on some soft music that had a sexy Latin beat. It wasn't long before Sam was standing in the middle of the room, swaying provocatively. Paul was the first one to join her. Putting his hands on her hips and matching her rhythm.

Tom quickly joined them, pressing against her from behind, his hands on her bare shoulders. Paul began kissing her and grinding his cock into her stomach. Tom was kissing her neck and moved his hands down her sides, close but not quite touching the sides of her tits.

When she didn't do anything to stop him, Tom slid his hands around to cup her soft globes. She responded by pushing her ass back against him. The next thing I knew, she was raising her hands over her head as they Tom pulled her blouse off and tossed it my direction. I retrieved it and hung it in the closet.

When I turned around, her bra landed at my feet. Tom as kneading her tits and pinching her hard nipples. Paul had his hand up her skirt and my wife, who had seemed so innocent not long ago, was trying to fondle both of their cocks as the stripped her.

I quickly hung up the bra and returned to the action. I heard the soft sound of a zipper being pulled down. I thought maybe it was one of the guy's pants, but when Sam's skirt dropped to her feet, I knew Tom had found her zipper first. Paul's hand went immediately to her pussy while Tom was playing with her ass cheeks with both hands.

"I think we should move this party to the bedroom, guys." She gasped.

As they turned to go in that direction, she winked at me and licked her lips. I left the skirt on the floor and followed them. Once we were all inside the bedroom, Tom tried to remove her panties, but she stopped him.

"That's Pete's job." She said.

They backed away and I knelt behind her, so they would get an unimpeded view when I revealed her snatch. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, oh so slowly. The looks of hunger in their eyes was almost scary.

Once at her feet, she stepped out of the flimsy undergarment, and I stuffed them into my pocket so they didn't get stolen. Then I turned her and pushed her back onto the bed.

"Let me get you ready, my sexy wife." I said.

Sam normally keeps her bush trimmed, but not completely shaven. Too much work, she would complain since she hated stubble but didn't want to shave it daily. But for this evening, she had shaved her lower lips and significantly trimmed the rest. This turned my lust up to 11, and I dived in.

She was already very wet, and I lapped at her juices like a starving man. I sucked on her smooth lips and lavished her clit with my tongue. Then I looked up to see her face, and saw Tom and Paul latched onto her tits. No wonder she was squirming and moaning so much.

From there it wasn't long before her first orgasm of the evening ripped through her body. I was so turned on. I wanted to fuck her so bad, so I got to grab a towel to dry my face and get my clothes off. I was only gone for maybe 15 seconds, but when I got back, Tom was already between her legs pushing his cock into her ready pussy and Paul was in her mouth.

I just stood there watching my beautiful wife get spit-roasted as I slowly stroked my iron hard cock. After a minute of double-teaming Sam, they switched places, probably trying to keep from cumming too soon. This was repeated several more times as they continued to extend their pleasure.

Tom grunted and shot his load first, deep inside my wife's snatch. Paul took a little longer, coating the back of her throat with his cum. Then it was time for my turn. Sam was on her hands and knees at this point and I plunged my rod into her sloppy cunt.

But I decided that since they had left me with sloppy seconds there, I would be the first in her ass for the evening. So I pulled my slimy cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her ass.

"Oof! Slow now." She groaned.

I only had the head in, but the tightness was fantastic. I pulled back a bit and then pushed in more. After a few more out and in strokes, I was buried completely in her backdoor. It felt divine. I didn't last long, but fuck was that good. I came harder than I had in years.

I staggered back and Sam fell to her stomach, cum leaking out of her cunt and ass.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." Sam said as she slid off the bed.

After I heard the shower start, I said, "When she says it sexy like that, she usually wants company."

Tom and Paul looked at each other and then made a dash for the bathroom. I waited for a minute and then peeked in. Sam was on her knees sucking Paul's dick. Tom was right beside him, waiting his turn. It looked like she almost had them both fully hard again. The night wasn't over yet.

She would bob a few times on one, then switch to the other. After a minute or two of this, they pulled Sam to her feet and sandwiched her between them. She had her back pressed against Paul's chest while he reached around to fondle her tits. Her back was arched, hips thrust forward as Tom forcefully finger fucked her. This scene got my dick to stirring again too.

My wife doesn't usually cum from this kind of play, but she did this time. It's a good thing she had two strong men there to hold her up, otherwise she would have ended up a quivering mass on the shower floor.

This marked the end of the shower as Paul and Tom helped Sam out of the shower and toweled off. Once they were all relatively dry, they walked back into the bedroom.

"I have an idea." Paul said as he led my wife out onto the balcony.

Up to this point, my wife had been giving me mild surprises with her behavior. But now I was shocked. My normally modest wife was allowing herself to be led nude out onto an open balcony where she could be easily seen. Not only that, but to have sex with at least two men.

And on top of that, we were on the second floor overlooking the pool and hot tub area. Granted at that time of night the pool was probably closed, the hot tub was not.

I later found out that Sam thought we were higher up than that, and with no buildings or large structures were visible from the balcony, she didn't know that she was potentially in clear view from the ground. Apparently she didn't bother looking down.

So they were kissing and fondling her out on the balcony while I watched from the inside, not really thinking about how the lights inside were effectively backlighting them.

Tom sat down in a chair and pulled Sam onto his lap, reverse cowgirl. This allowed her to play with and suck Paul's cock while she enjoyed bouncing on Tom's. I was tempted to get dressed and go downstairs to the hot tub area to find out how much someone could see from there, but I was afraid that my wife might think I was unhappy and leaving her alone with them.

Thinking back now, I don't think she would have noticed or cared. But at the time I didn't know that.

The guys, having cum once already, were lasting a lot longer now, so this went on for quite a while. I think Paul got impatient to have her pussy again, because he pulled her off his friend's lap. He bent her over and slid into her from behind as she held onto the railing for support.

She was up on her toes and he had his legs bent to get the right angle, but they couldn't keep this position for very long. So he turned her around so she was facing him and he picked her up and lowered her onto his cock. Tom came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her tits.

With this extra support, Paul was able to really pound her cunt with his big cock. Sam was getting more vocal again.

"Oh god, your big cock feels so good. Fuck me hard, Paul."

"You're such a cock hound." Tom said. "Just a married slut. Isn't that so?"

She didn't answer him, but she did make little mewling sounds.

"You didn't answer him, Samantha. Do you want me to stop?" Paul asked.

"No, don't stop, keep fucking meeeee."

"So you are a slut then. A cock addicted slut. Aren't you?" Paul said.

"Yesss." My wife hissed.

"Say it." Tom said.

"I'm a slut."

"What else?" Paul prompted.

"I'm a cock addicted slut." She admitted.

"And who's slut are you tonight?" Tom asked.

"Yours, I'm your fuck toy tonight."

"Do you want to cum, slut?" Tom pressed.

"Yessss, make me cum and fill me with your cream."

Wow! I couldn't believe how hot my wife had become. It was rare to see her this out of control. I wondered if this was something new, or a part of her that she kept hidden 99% of the time.

She came hard, almost jerking right out of their hands. But they somehow kept her from falling off Paul's dick and a minute later he grunted and shot his load deep in her sloppy cunt.

Tom sat back down in the chair and Sam mounted him regular cowgirl this time. The fucked slowly this time as they kissed deeply. He would break off the kiss from time to time and suck on her tits, then return to kissing. This was more like making love than the previous animal-like fucking, and I felt a pang of jealousy.

After a long while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, he added his load to Paul's and they came inside. Sam laid on the bed, legs wide open. I could see their combined spunk leaking from her well used pussy. She called my name and I went to her.

Now I'm sure some of you are hoping I'll say that I cleaned up her cunt with my tongue and enjoyed it, giving her multiple orgasms. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not into that shit. I don't even do that when it's only my cum in her.

No, I shoved my hard cock into her well lubed hole and fucked her hard. Just like a married slut deserved.

"You are a married slut. But you're my slut. I only borrow you out when I feel like it." I said quietly into her ear.

"Fuck your slut. This pussy is yours. Come inside it, fill me with your cum."

And that's just what I did. After that we (Sam and me) took a quick shower. Then we got dressed and drove home. We both slept well that night, but I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives had changed forever and there was no going back.