Taken or given? Part 8

Now that I had gotten my wife to accept her inner slut, I make plans to share her even more. But on my terms.

Sam was so exhausted, she fell asleep on the way home. When we got there, she didn't even ask for a bath. I just took her to bed and tucked her in. The next morning I woke up alone. I found my wife in the tub, of course.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

She reached out and squeezed my hand. "Marvelous. Thank you for last night."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"That's an understatement. Last night was one of the most intense sexual experiences I've ever had."

"Do you think you'd like to do it again?"

"Yes. Or something like it. But not on a regular basis." She said.

"So once a month, once a year? What?"

"Something in between those, I think. Maybe 3 or 4 times a year."

"Anything else the rest of the time?" I asked.

"Oh, I hope so. Just smaller. Say no more than 2 other men."

"Like the night at the casino with Paul and Tom."

"Yes, like that."

As we talked, over the next week, I was able to fine tune my understanding about what was triggering her inner slut. So I made some calls and did some research. In my line of business I knew people that could get the current address and phone number of just about anyone who wasn't actively trying to hide, and was good at it. That made my plans possible.

One of the calls I made was to Mark because he knew the full names of some of the people that Sam had grown up with. I had heard some stories from her directly, but she either didn't mention last names, or I had forgotten them. But he wanted something for that information.

Specifically he wanted a "real date" with my wife. Dinner, dancing, or maybe a movie, followed by hot sex at his place. I vetoed that idea. I was concerned he was still carrying a torch for her and I didn't want to fan those embers into a full blown fire. So we compromised.

As usual, I didn't tell Sam where we were going or who we were going to meet. Just to dress sexy and be ready for an adventure. It had been a few weeks since the gang-bang at Paul's, so she was ready for some slutty fun.

The previous week I had convinced my wife to buy a few new dresses, and she was wearing one for this evening. It was a strapless, off-the-shoulder type, which I really find sexy. Underneath she had a frilly, half-bra and matching skimpy panties. Dressed to kill, as they say.

First we had dinner at an upscale restaurant where we each had a glass of wine and a modest meal. She was too nervous to eat much, I think, and I didn't want a heavy meal sitting in my stomach for the rest of the night.

Next, I took us to a mid-sized club that had a large bar and a live, local band. I didn't like to dance since I have no sense of rhythm, but Sam does. And I recently learned that Mark is also a good dancer.

"I heard this band is pretty good." I said as we entered the crowded venue.

We still were looking for a place to sit when we were hailed.

"Hey, look. There's Mark. And it he has a table." I said.

"Almost like he was waiting for us." Sam quipped.

"Imagine that."

We sat down with my wife between us. The band hadn't started yet, so we chatted a little and I eventually got the attention of one of the waitresses. Mark flirted with Sam and she responded in kind. To everybody else there, it must have appeared that they were the couple and I was the third wheel.

Once the music started, they spent a lot of time out on the dance floor while I watched them from the table. They looked good together and appeared to be having fun, especially during the slow dances. Mark pulled my wife's body tightly against his, often sliding his hands down to grab her ass. She didn't do anything to dissuade him.

Back at the table, she flashed me a big grin and gave my cock a quick squeeze. I winked back and caressed the back of her neck. The flirting between Mark and Sam intensified. She was leaning forward and kissing him. Not deep open-mouth kisses, but more the teasing kind that promised more later. There was also something going on under the table, but the tablecloth blocked my view.

When the band took their second break, it was near midnight and Sam wanted to go. Mark had taken an Uber to get there, so of course I offered to give him a ride home. My wife didn't object.

When we got to the car, I opened the back door for her. She gave me a knowing smile and slid in. Mark followed her and I took the driver's position. My car is actually a high-end SUV, so there's plenty of room in back and it's very comfortable.

Before we were even out of the parking lot, they were already in a deep kiss. The windows in back are tinted to the maximum allowed by law, and at night it wasn't possible to see inside unless the interior lights were on or a bright exterior light was used. So Sam wasn't too worried about being seen back there.

Fortunately there wasn't a lot of traffic, and the car's self driving mode was pretty good, so I could keep an eye on what was going on in the back, as long as I kept my hands on the wheel and looked at the road occasionally.

It didn't take Mark long to start fondling my wife's tits over her dress. When he slipped a hand inside, she moaned. Sam has pretty sensitive nipples. She had her hands around his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

Then the sound of a zipper being pulled down reached my ears; so soft I almost didn't hear it. The front of her dress sagged and Mark pulled it down, along with her bra, revealing her gorgeous breasts, topped with very hard nipples. He broke the kiss and dropped his head down; greedily sucking on them.

Sam's head rolled back and a guttural sound emerged from deep in her throat.

"Yessss, suck my tits, Mark. Oh god that feels so good."

The slut was clearly in charge now. This continued for a minute or two and then I heard her gasp. I couldn't see for sure, but it sounded like he had just pushed a finger into her cunt. Then he sat up straight and I could see by the way his arm was moving, he was finger fucking her aggressively.

"Let's get this dress off you." Mark said as he pulled it down further.

My wife lifted up her ass to all him to slip it all the way off, along with her sodden panties. He pushed her back onto the seat and dove between her legs with relish.

We were leaving the city limits now as Mark ate my wife's pussy in the back seat of our car. I knew this area and where the "make out" places were, although some were now used for dogging. I kind of hoped I might find a small audience for her, although I wasn't ready to share he with strangers.

Sam was making noises like she was getting ready to cum when I turned off the main road and had to take active control of the car. This road was narrow and dark, so I couldn't watch as her orgasm overtook her. The sounds of another zipper being lowered and the rustling of clothing being quickly stripped off could just be heard over the sounds of gravel crunching under the tires.

There were several other cars parked to one side of the open area. As I steered into a spot near the middle, I glanced into the mirror. Sam's legs were up in the air and Mark was between them, his bare ass moving slowly up and down. I put the car into park and turned on the interior lights at low intensity (this car has variable lighting).

Originally, I just wanted to be able to see them myself, but apparently this was a signal to the voyeurs as well. I didn't notice them at first, but several men were standing just outside the car, watching Mark fuck my wife. I wasn't concerned since the doors were locked and I was armed.

Mark pulled out and had Sam roll over and up onto her knees so he could take her from behind. I moved my seat forward a little to give him more room. I watched them for half a minute in the rear-view mirror, then got an idea. I opened the door and got out of the car.

As I moved around to the passenger side, I saw that the onlookers had their cocks out and were stroking them as they peered into the back seat. I told them that they could stay, but that they would not be invited to participate. They looked disappointed, but nodded to let me know they understood the situation.

"She's really hot." One said.

"You have no idea." I responded as I opened the door.

Sam looked a little scared when the door opened, but relaxed when she saw it was me. I got in, sat down and closed the door. She looked at me lustily as Mark continued to fuck her slowly and I slid down my pants. She didn't waste any time gobbling down my cock.

It wasn't her best blowjob, but to be fair, she did have Mark's cock pounding her pussy. Building towards another orgasm, her cock sucking skills became more and more degraded.

"Oh god. You're making me cum, Mark. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

He gave her what she wanted as he slammed into her steaming hole harder and faster. When she came, her body stiffened and her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. With eyes closed tight, her face was a mask of concentration as the pleasure rippled through her in waves.

Mark, also nearing his climax, rode through it, extending hers. When he finally reached it, his jerking cock triggered some aftershocks for Sam. I could see it in her face.

"You better go clean him off." I said to my wife. "I don't want him staining the seats."

Sam sighed and turned around so she could take his softening dick into her mouth. I was tempted to mount her right there, but instead I used a hand-towel that I had stashed in the car earlier to catch the cum leaking out of her cunt.

Mark gently pushed her away; his cock was probably too sensitive at that point for any more stimulation. I pulled her over and onto my lap. As she sat down I slipped my cock into her messy pussy. She was just starting to ride me when she noticed a man outside the car looking in.

"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed, covering her tits with her hands. "There's a man out there watching us."

"I know. Just let them watch." I said.

"You want them to see your wife naked, having sex?"

"I want them to lust over my wife, wishing they were in my place fucking her." I said as I removed her hands from covering her tits.

"Don't cover your beautiful breasts, but you can play with them if you really want to give them a show."

Slowly, her hands came back up and she started caressing her tits and teasing her nipples.

"Look at him and lick your lips." I told her.

My wife, who was normally modest in public, turned her head towards the window. She smiled and licked her lips as she looked at the man outside.

"He has is cock out and is stroking it." She said.

"That's because you're so hot. Imagine how excited he'd get if I lowered the window and let him play with your tits."

She gasped. "Don't you dare!"

"I won't. Unless you tell me it's OK."

She bit her lower lip, which meant she was trying to resist "the voice". But before the conflict could be resolved, I felt my balls churning and my cock swelling.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I pulled my wife down hard onto my cock and shot my load deep in her slutty cunt.

"Yes, fill me up. God that feels so good." She purred. "I think the man outside came too. I hope he didn't get any on the car."

"Don't worry, it'll wash off. Can't be worse than bird shit." I said.

Sam laughed as she climbed off my lap and used her mouth to clean our combined juices off my cock. So nasty. By the time I got dressed and back into the driver's seat, the two of them were making out again like teenagers.

"Get a room, you two." I joked.

"Can we?" Sam responded.

"No. But you have 10 more minutes until we get to Mark's place."

Pulling back out onto the main road, I turned the self-driving back on so I could watch the lovebirds in the back seat. My wife was in Mark's lap, so I assumed they were fucking again. Not that I could blame him; Sam is hot as hell, but I was right to limit his access to her as it was clear he was still obsessed with her.

"Time's up. We're at Mark's place." I said as I turned the interior lights on.

"Hey!" Sam yelled.

"You better hurry up before all of Mark's neighbors come out to watch."

She was slowly bouncing on his dick up until now and they probably could have continued at that speed for an hour. But now Mark held her still and started thrusting like a jack-rabbit from the bottom. Sam's tits were bouncing like crazy and I found myself hoping that someone would see them.

Fortunately (unfortunately?) nobody approached to see what was going on in the car with the interior lights on, before they finished. My wife had another mind shattering orgasm about a half a minute before Mark dumped another load into her hungry cunt.

Sam reached for her dress, but I told her it was a one way affair, it could come off, but not back on. After Mark had left, I had her get out of the back seat and sit in the front with me. She hardly objected at all before getting out of the car, nude, and getting back in again.

She rode the 20 minutes back home that way. Keep in mind that the front windows are not nearly as dark as the rear. The traffic was pretty light that time of the night, so I don't think anybody saw her, but you never know.

Back home, I dropped my pants and sat down in the big comfy chair in the living room - the one that faced the picture window.

"Come over here and ride me again." I told her.

"Do you want me to close the drapes first?"

"No."

"I didn't think so." She said as she joined me on the chair, sliding my rejuvenated cock into her slick hole.

"Did you enjoy dancing with Mark tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, he's a very good dancer."

"Was he just as good in the backseat?"

"Oh yes. He has a nice cock and knows how to use it. He made me cum 3 times."

"One with with his mouth."

"True. He's a good pussy licker too."

"What's it like getting fucked by that nice boy you only considered a friend while you were growing up?" I asked.

"It was embarrassing the first time, but hot. It's still hot though. I'm just not sure why."

"I was surprised at how quickly you went along with the voyeurs."

"Well, they had already seen everything by the time I noticed them, so it didn't matter if they stayed."

"It seemed to turn you on."

"More like exhilarated me, but yeah, she liked it."

"Your inner slut."

"Yes."

"I got the feeling you were about to let me roll the window down before I came." I said.

"The voice was telling me to do it. She said you wanted it and I would love it. But I never made a decision. I was saved by the bell." Sam answered.

"What if I had reminded you to listen to her voice?"

"I probably would have then. Was she right? Did you want those men to reach in and molest your wife's tits? Maybe spray their cum all over them?"

My cock twitched in response.

"Oh, you did, you pervert." She said.

"Says the dirty slut that gets off on fucking her grown childhood friends."

"God yes, I love being a dirty slut for my perverted husband, performing depraved sexual acts like a wanton nympho."

"Depraved? No, no. All we've done so far is naughty. Depraved is yet to come, my wanton little slut of a wife."

"Oh god, you're going to make me cum!" She moaned.

"Then turn around. I want you facing the window so the world can see your cum face."

I spun her around and spread her legs wide so that I could rub her clit as I fucked her hard and fast.

"Image there's an audience out there watching. Our neighbors. Your co-workers." I whispered in her ear.

"Fuck me!"

"But right up front, all the people from your old neighborhood who thought you were such a innocent little girl. Just what would they think of you now if they knew, and saw what a slut you really were?"

That's when she came. Head back on my shoulder, legs shaking like she just ran a marathon, abs completely rigid. It was as hard as I'd ever seen her cum. I only lasted about 15 seconds longer. I didn't have much left, but I shot it with such force it almost hurt.

That confirmed for me that I was on the right path to my wife's debauchery.