Those damn Polaroids!

"Yes, you fucking whore. It IS what I want... you FUCKING SLUT!" he gurgled, his fingers flying over his cock as he approached the bed where Andy was pounding his cock into me.

"You can come in my pussy, Andy. Unprotected. I don't care. I'm on the pill so go ahead and come in me for my fucking wimp husband. Look darling... see how hard a real man fucks me? And he's going to come in my cunt and YOU, Bob, are going to eat his cum out of my pussy. Aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" I screamed.

"YES! I AM," Bob wailed, jerking off in front of my face now, as Andy began pumping cum inside my pussy.

"Oh GOD, Bob... he's coming in my cunt! Do it. Come on my face again!" I screamed, reaching down between Andy's stomach and my clit, finding it, then rubbing it as my orgasm began just as Bob began shooting cum on my face again. He had come THREE TIMES! Never before had he even come twice in one session, so I knew how hot this was making him. And I loved it...

Chapter 2. Party time

For the rest of the entire week Bob fucked with my mind, telling me how hot it made him to show off my photos to our male friends, and post my photos everywhere, and how hot it had especially made him to watch Andy fucking me. He knew it was turning me on, too, and it was. Sometimes he would leave my Polaroids out on the coffee table in the living room, or on the kitchen table, where anyone who walked in might see them. And he say things like, "See how you're holding your cunt open here, babe. See how pink and wet it was inside your gorgeous pussy fur? Tom loved that shot. He said he'd love to be able to smell your pussy when it's that wet, and when I told him it tastes as good as it smells he said he couldn't wait to find out for himself."

Then Bob told me he'd arranged for my first gangbang. He said he'd invited all the guys over and told them to tell their wives it was to "play poker" one night that week, but said he'd told them all what it really was for.

"I told them you wanted a gangbang and said they were all invited to check with Andy if they didn't believe I was for real. And I told Andy he could tell anyone he wanted about our new 'life style.' So they're all coming Wednesday night, Jill. To fuck you, my hot slut wife."

I admit it. It excited the hell out of me, but until they all really showed up I wasn't going to believe it. Then Bob really shocked me. "By the way, I didn't tell you about this yet, but I also posted some of your photos online with your face showing."

"You WHAT?" I yelled.

"I want someone to see them who knows you. I want you to never know when you're at the store and a guy looks at you funny if he's seen your pics or not. I WANT people to be able to identify you, Jill. You're a true slut now, so deal with it.

And then the doorbell rang and he went to open it.

My heart was still pounding when the guys arrived. Bob had selected my lingerie and dressed me to look like what I was going to be that night... a total slut. I was wearing a purple and white corset, with my tits sticking out above it and my pussy naked under it. Black stockings were attached to the corset with suspenders, and I also had on a pair of black stiletto heels. My long black hair hung down over my shoulders, and my ice blue eyes were anything but cold... I was on fire. To complete the scenario, Bob had attached my wrists and ankles to the bed with me wearing black fur cuffs attached to them, securing me on my back to our bed. I even had a pillow under my ass to raise my pussy for easier access by the men. And initially I was blindfolded.

Hearing the men coming into our bedroom, not knowing for sure who had arrived, and thinking about my photos showing my faces being displayed online for anyone to see had my cunt absolutely dripping. Even though I had showered before the men came I was so hot now I could smell my essence and knew the men would be able to as well.

And then I heard them talking about me as they entered our bedroom, making complimentary as well as crude remarks about my naked tits, my nipples, my cunt hair and my wetness. And I almost came without anyone even touching me, much less doing anything else to me.

"Well, guys... didn't Andy and I tell you?" Bob said proudly. "So use the slut. She wants it... anything you want... just make sure she's fucked properly all night and when you leave make sure she's coated in cum," he said, and as I heard the men undressing I also heard the click of Bob's Nikon and saw a flash of light under the blindfold.

"You're taking pictures of this, aren't you," I said.

"Of course. And after you've been properly fucked are and covered in cum I'm going to take your blindfold off and take photos of you that way, too...for posting online," he said.

"Jesus!" I breathed. Then someone crawled up next to my face and turned it toward the cock that began probing my lips. Opening my mouth, I took it inside as someone else crawled between my legs, kissing my thighs at first. Then fingers spread me open and I felt lips on my cunt, a tongue lapping at my juices, then lips sucking my pussy...and I came.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried out, my body bucking on the bed, pushing into the face at my cunt.

"Okay, I can do that," I heard a voice I recognized as the man sucking me moved over my helpless body, his cock touching my pussy as once again fingers spread me open. And then I felt it... his cock sliding slowly into my cunt.

"Oh my God YES! DO IT! FUCK ME!" I screamed, pumping up into the hot shaft as it penetrated my wetness. And then he was fucking me... long, slow strokes sliding in and out of my pussy as the man at my face suddenly began jerking off on my lips and cheeks. Then someone from the other side of my face was shooting cum on me and I turned toward the cock, my mouth open, tongue extended, as more hot cum rained down on me.

The man fucking me... probably, I thought, Jimmy... started coming in me then, in my cunt, as he pounded into me, hard, two, then three times. Hot cum began rocketing into my pussy and I came again.

And so it went. Finally Bob removed my blindfold and when I looked around the room I saw all of the men Bob said he had invited to fuck me. No one had declined. And I grinned. Grinned at how hot they all looked. Grinned at how proud I was to be such a total slut. And I grinned at the pride I saw in my husband's eyes as well.

Afterward, when the guys had all left and we were alone I asked my husband, "So what did you think? Was it what you thought it might be?"

"Hell yes, it was... and more. I love you now more than ever," he said, moving to the bed, crawling between my thighs, my scummy thighs, and well-used cunt. He had untied me, but not given me a washcloth to use to clean up with and I was sticky and coated in puddles of cum on me everywhere.

"I loved it, Bob," I said softly. "I'll want to do it again."

"I know," he smiled. "And so you shall." Then he moved his face to my drooling pussy and began licking it, sucking the cum from my truly slutty pussy, moaning as he tasted them, and I knew our life had changed forever...for the better.

I'm a true slut now and love it. As he threatened he would, my husband posted photos of me online showing me being fucked, sucking cocks, and with my face showing, dripping with gobs of cum from it and my hair. I know people have recognized me by the way they look at me, some in disgust, others with desire in their eyes, and I love it. Whenever a man looks at me with that knowing smirk on his face and excitement in his eyes I know he's seen my photos and a thrill instantly courses through my pussy. God I love sex. I'm devoted to it now. Nothing is more important to me than sex and having more of it. Not love. Not relationships. Just raw, pure sex. It's the greatest feeling in the world to feel my cunt grow wet and tingling when a stranger looks at me and we both know he's seen my photos. I love it. And nothing is going to ever make me go back to the dull way our lives were before. Lately Bob has been arranging for black men to fuck me, and while some have larger cocks than white men, it isn't the size of their cocks that thrills me. It is the fact that I am "debasing" myself... the "fallen" Baptist daughter of a Southern minister... allowing the biggest taboo of all according to my father... a Southern white girl letting black men fuck her. But of course that is part of the thrill of it for me, isn't it. The fact that it is taboo... forbidden... something a girl raised like me should never do. God I love it so...

What's next for my husband and me? More sex, of course. More perversion, mainly, since we've done just about everything we can regarding what most folks consider sex... we're branching out into more decadence now... Golden showers... bisexuality for both of us... public sex... just more of everything. It's a good thing we don't have kids or I'd probably be sucking and fucking them, too, although who knows... perhaps not. We will always restrain ourselves to sexual acts the participants all want. I abhor rape and forced sex, but am not above whipping those who want and enjoy that kind of perversion.

So we continue to seek new ways in which to find sexual excitement. There are always new boundaries to cross, no matter how sick and demented they may seem to others. Our intent is to seek and find them, and to cross them. And we shall...

End