It took me a couple of years to get Margie into dressing like a slut. She’d been brought up in a religious environment, and so needed to have her mind developed in the right direction. Actually it wasn’t all that hard to get her into shorter dresses, but only up to say half way up her thighs, shorter than that though was what took a lot of coaxing. Anyhow I eventually succeeded, and as well as wearing skirts short enough to give a glimpse of panties and the cheeks of her bum, I got her to go bra-less at times. She only has small breasts, but her nipples are a good size, and given the right sort of top – tight fitting and cloth that clings tightly so that the bumps produced by her nipples looks really sexy and provocative, she can look a real slut.
At first she used to get embarrassed with guys ogling her. I kept telling her it was flattering that they should think her so good looking, and I told her that I was proud of her when all the guys perved on her.
I remember one night when a guy just blatantly stood in front of her looking her up and down and grinning as if to suggest that he wanted to fuck her. She was really embarrassed and said to me that she wasn’t going to dress that way if men were going to carry on like that. I immediately started telling her that she should be flattered and that it wasn’t every girl who attracted men as she did. I went on to tell her that I liked seeing men treating her that way, and that she should smile at them to show them that she liked being so admired. She might have been a bit surprised at what I told her because she questioned me – “what, you like men looking me up and down as if I’m for sale” she said indignantly. I answered that “yes I do” and she didn’t say much more about it. I later on wondered whether she’d only made a bit of a scene about the guy lusting over her because she thought that I would in fact not like it. Anyhow, having straightened her out on the fact that I liked showing her off like a whore, she never complained again if men took a lot more than just a glance at her.
That was the situation when I one day took her to a sporting match at one of the big stadiums. We’d seen on the TV coverage of some of the games, that the younger guys would sometimes wolf whistle and cheer, etc if a pretty girl was about; the TV cameras would always catch her briefly and the commentators would make some joke about it. Well whether that sort of thing was in her mind, or whether she was quite innocent I don’t know, but when she got ready she wore a tight and skimpy top with no bra. The top left her arms and shoulders, most of her back, and her midriff all naked and exposed, and as I’ve said, the bumps of her nipples stood out obscenely. To top the outfit off, she wore a lovely tailored pair of pink shorts, and wore a pair of her high platform sandals.
“Wow” I said when I saw her, “you’re going to cause a sensation.” But as I say, I’m not sure whether she was aware of what she was letting herself in for.
Well we got there and parked the car, then had to walk a bit of a way mainly through the parkland that surrounds the stadium. There were heaps of people arriving from all directions and I saw lots of guys giving Margie the once over. We had to queue at the gates to get in but eventually made our way to our seats which were towards the front of one of the upper tiers of the stands. Going along the main walkways at the back of the seating, you then walked down the concrete steps into the area of seating. We were making our way with the crowd going down the steps when I heard a loud and drawn out wolf whistle. Of course everyone already in their seats looked to see the target of this whistle and saw Margie dressed as she was. There immediately erupted a number of whistles, someone called out “oh sweetheart”, someone else “hey sexy” and there were various calls and a general hubbub as about two or three hundred guys all had their eyes fixed on Margie. “Oh how embarrassing” she said laughing as we found our seats.
The crowd at those events was at least ninety percent guys, and as I mentioned it was a known thing for them to have a bit of fun at the expense of any girl who dressed at all sexy. Everything settled down once we were seated, and soon the game got under way. Later on at the break, I told Margie that I’d go and get coffee and something for us to eat. It was a bit of a crush and took quite a while but eventually I made my way back towards our seats. I found Margie sitting talking to a couple of guys who were sitting on the backs of the seats in front of her. As I approached I could see that they all seemed quite animated and were laughing happily. The two guys just grinned at me when I arrived, said hello, then turned back to Margie and said “bye sweetheart” and moved away. “Two of your admirers?” I said to her with a grin, but didn’t push the point and ask what they were talking of or anything.
Well the other really significant thing that happened, was when the game had finished and the crowd was slowly making its way towards the exits when a guy, one of a group, called out in a loud voice, “oh baby, I want to lick your cunt.” Of course everyone looked in his direction to see who it was had said such and outlandish thing, then seeing Margie nearby, and at whom they were all grinning, everyone looked towards her.
“Oh how embarrassing” Margie said but nevertheless laughed as she made the action of fanning her face with her hand. There was general laughter in the crowd all around, and everyone could see that Margie was a slut and enjoyed the guy’s filthy comment.
That night in bed when we were cuddling, kissing, and playing, I said to Margie, “did you enjoy being a slut for all of those guys today.” I’d never called her a slut before, and she must have been surprised because she gave a little squeal and pretended to be shocked before she then burst out into laughter and gave me a playful slap. “Fancy calling your wife a slut” she laughed while making a joking pretense of being offended.
“Well that’s what all of the guys thought you were – dressed so sexily” I laughed, then I added more seriously, “you looked absolutely fabulous and I loved seeing all of the guys ogling you.”
I several times in ensuing days mentioned that event, and said that she was a “beautiful little slut” or that she’d been a “gorgeous slut” etc and she seemed to accept those labels without saying anything. As soon as we’d been married I’d introduced her to pornography, and we sometimes looked at some before or even during our fucking and play. I started to seek out short videos where the women were referred to as sluts, whores, filthy cunts, etc. then one night when we were working up towards fucking, I set them playing. I made sure while they were on, that I got her really worked up with a couple of fingers up her ass, a couple of the other hand in her cunt, and at the same time licking and sucking around her cunt lips, something that never failed to get her into orgasm. This time though, each time that I thought that she was getting close, I would back off a bit so as to keep her on the brink. I felt a bit nervous about what I had in mind, but was so worked up myself that I didn’t hesitate. The slut on the screen was being called a filthy cunt and a whore, and I said to Margie, “you’re just a filthy cunt the same as that slut.” She said nothing. She was breathing hard and moaning lustfully as I kept working on her, this time not stopping and quickly bringing her to a frantic orgasm. She pushed me away, “Oooo it’s too beautiful” she gasped as her body was wracked with the sensations of lust. Whenever she climaxes she only ever needs a minute to gain her equilibrium and she’s ready for more and that was the case then. It only took a few minutes and she was panting and heaving her cunt onto my hands and mouth again as I worked her up more and more. This time I was getting so excited and horny myself that I was losing control and I told her she was a “filthy little whore who needed to be fucked.” She was into her second orgasm in a minute and this time I heaved her onto her back and got between her thighs and fucked her roughly until I pumped her full of cum. I kept that sort of talk up on occasions. A couple of times she made a pretense of complaining that it wasn’t right to call her such names, but I could tell that she wasn’t really concerned.
That was the situation by the time that our annual holidays came around. We had our flight and our accommodation booked, and we were packing our bags and getting ready to fly out the next day. “Make sure that you pack all of your slutty clothes” I told her.
“Now why would I want to do that” she smirked. “Because I want to show you off like a slut” I answered with a grin.
After a couple of days away we were completely relaxed and right into holiday mode. Our plan for the night was to go out for dinner, then later on go on to a nightclub. It was a bistro/lounge sort of place that we went to for dinner, and after a lovely meal we wandered into the lounge area where they had a four piece jazz combo playing some cool music. We had a few drinks and a few dances on the tiny and crowded dance floor, then I asked if she still wanted to go on to the nightclub. We decided that yes, we would, but that we’d go back to the apartment first and change into something more appropriate. “Put on something nice and sexy” I told Margie.
She stood looking into the wardrobe thinking what to wear. “Straight or flared?” she asked, holding up the two mini skirts that she’d brought. “Flared is pretty, but the tight, straight one is more slutty” I answered. She tossed the straight one onto the bed and put the flared one back in the cupboard.
I could see her trying to choose a blouse, then after trying one, she took that off and picked up one of her others, a lovely, light weight silky thing. She took her bra off and slipped the blouse on, then she stood looking in the mirror as she adjusted it this way and that. Finally she turned to me and asked, “what do you think?”
Wow! The blouse usually buttoned right up the front but she had pinned the lapels right back to the shoulders using a couple of little decorative pins, and so that her neck and plenty of flesh were shown, then, having left the entire thing unbuttoned other that one button right down near her waist, the two sides gaped open showing flesh right the way down to her waist, and such that just the curve of the sides of her small breasts were teasingly shown. “Oh wow, you look so slutty” I exclaimed in admiration.
The nightclub had a well lit bar along one wall, then high tables and chairs, next came an array of normal tables and chairs, then the dance floor which was dimly lit with coloured lighting. It was certainly a place to show off because most of the hemlines were ultra short, and there were many scoop and plunging necklines. As soon as we were on the dance floor, I leaned over and undid the one fastened button of Margie’s blouse. She just grinned at me as the sides of her blouse swung free, exposing just a little more of her breasts. I glanced about and saw a couple of nearby guys looking at Margie. The music was just a pulsating rhythm without any melody and that seemed to be inducing a trance like state in a few of the dancers. Nearby were two young girls, both with eyes made up elaborately. They seemed to be in such a trance just jerking back and forth to the rhythm and periodically kissing passionately. Another couple were barely moving, the guy had his hands firmly planted on the girls ass and they couldn’t have got any closer. Margie started moving to the rhythm moving her shoulders, tilting one way then the next back and forth so that her blouse gaped first on one side and then on the next and each time exposing most of her breasts. Other than the two couples that I mentioned, everyone just seemed to be doing their own thing and not necessarily being with a partner. A guy now stood in front of Margie and watched her breasts being rhythmically exposed. Margie looked at him briefly then lowered her eyes and began dancing even more sensuously than she had been. I moved behind her and reaching around slid my hands over her naked waist, she tipped her head back and I began French kissing her ear. I moved away slightly and then the rhythm now changed to a different beat and she began to roll her shoulders from side to side first dropping one, then the other. Her small breasts where rolling slightly with each movement. Another guy came and watched her breasts being displayed, she briefly glanced at him, then looked to me before lowering her gaze and continuing on with her sexy display. This was fabulous, besides the two guys openly ogling her, others all around were watching her.
After a time we came off the dance floor, and a number of guys and a couple of the women seated at the tables, and who had been watching Margie, gave her a smile.
That night, back in our apartment, I enthused to Margie about how wonderful and sexy she’d been – “you were such a slut, a real whore” I told her. She was just as excited as I was, and we talked about doing the same thing the next night.
The next morning after we’d had a leisurely breakfast sitting on the balcony in the sunshine, I saw Margie in the bedroom, looking in the full length mirror and turning this way and that. Eventually she came out and asked, “do you think that I could wear this blouse as a dress tonight, or do you think it’s too short? Wow. It was her white, not exactly see through but more opaque, blouse that was a very soft and delicate material. Looking at her it couldn’t have been shorter if worn as a dress, it gave every indication that you should be able to see her crutch, and yet it managed to just cover it. Turning around so that I could see the back view, I saw that just the bottom of the cheeks of her ass where visible. I laughed, “of course it’s too short, but that’s all the reason why you should wear it like that as a dress. Just one thing though” I told her, “you need to either wear no panties or get a pair of the G-string type.”
That night, after dinner, we went back to the apartment to get ready for another sexy night at the nightclub. Margie did her hair, makeup and eyes, then dressed as she’d planned, wearing no bra so that she had on nothing but the G-string panties that she’d bought that afternoon, and the delicate little blouse as a dress. She’d left all of the buttons undone other than just the last three right at the bottom, so that the view of just the rounded curve of her breasts was once more visible.
“Oooo” she giggled nervously, “I’m not sure whether I’m game, I feel almost naked.”
At the club we went straight onto the dance floor, and once again Margie was getting lots of attention from both girls and guys. We’d been there some little time when Margie began to sensuously, and in syncopation with the music, start to writhe her arms upwards above her head, and as her arms rose up, so did the hemline of her blouse/skirt rise up so that about a half of the cheeks of her bum, along with the front of her panties, was exposed to view for all to see. “Whoo, whoo” someone called out loudly, and of course this drew the attention of others and there was a gathering of guys and girls around about Margie as she continued with her sexy dance. This prompted another woman, just a little older than Margie’s 23, to move in front of Margie and simulate the same moves. There was a bit of general whistling and merriment and then a couple of women who had been dancing together nearby, started calling for Margie and the other slut to show everything. I was thrilled when the other slut started to pull her little straight skirt up around her waist, displaying her little bikini nylon panties. The slut then sidled closer and taking the bottom of Margie’s blouse/skirt, she slid it right up around Margie’s waist, revealing the skimpy little G-string and more or less everything other than Margie’s cunt.
Margie laughed and, looking a little flushed, adjusted her dress. It was then that a guy came up to me. “Our girls are having a bit of sexy fun” he said, and I realized that he must be the other slut’s husband. His wife had now moved around behind Margie and holding onto her hips was making the jerking actions as if she was fucking Margie from behind. Everyone, including our two sluts, were laughing. Their hi jinks had put and end to Margie’s dancing and now they both came over to were the other guy and myself were standing. They both were giggling away like a couple of teenagers, and so we all went together to find an empty table and to have drinks. Allan and Wendy they’d introduced themselves as.
After happily chatting for some time, Allan looked at his watch and said with a grin, “well time’s getting on, what say we go to our apartment, we’ve got two bedrooms, I’ll have Margie for an hour of so, and you can have Wendy.” This came out of the blue and it caught me unawares. I paused for just a second, of course I was all for it but I wasn’t sure how Margie would view it. “Sounds good but Margie was wanting an early night, what do you think” I said turning towards her. In this way I left it open for her to decide, but to my glee she smiled and said, “yes sounds good to me to. I’ll forgo the early night.”
At their apartment, Wendy led me into one bedroom, while Margie and the Allan disappeared into the other. I was sure that this couple had done this sort of thing many times before, because Wendy was stripped off and on the bed waiting for it in just a moment. I was determined to give this slut something to remember, and so I got her into the 69 position and went to work on her cunt while she was sucking beautifully on my raging cock. I did exactly what I do to Margie to get her really worked up, a couple of fingers up her ass, a couple of the other hand in her cunt and at the same time licking and sucking and slobbering in her cunt with my mouth. I had the filthy bitch panting and humping her cunt onto me, but whenever I felt that she was getting close to an orgasm, I would ease off and not let her, then as soon as she was under control again, I would take her up to that point once more. Over and over and over again I did thing until the bitch was moaning and groaning in a state of absolute lust. Occasionally I would get up from her cunt and fuck her roughly, or hold her head in my hands and fuck her mouth as if I were just fucking an object. I’d get her gagging and gasping, then once more throw her down and go to work on the bitch’s cunt once more.
Eventually, after an hour or so, I heard the guy and Margie back in the living room and so I let my whore finally climax.
“Wow!” Allan said to me when we came out of the bedroom, “your wife is great – front door, back door, and sucks like a whore.” We all laughed as Margie pretended to hide her face in shame.
Every night after that we swapped wives until we came to the last day of our holiday. Allan suggested that we should swap wives for the whole afternoon, and so that’s what we did. He came to our apartment and delivered Wendy, then taking Margie away with him. Well his wife and I had a wonderful sex session of an hour or so, but then got dressed and sat on the balcony, having a few drinks and enjoying the view out to sea and up and down the coast. Not only was Wendy great on the bed, but she had a lovely personality as well, and it was great just sitting there talking. Some hours went by and I began to wonder what was going on with my wife, but then eventually Allan turned up with her, and so we said our goodbyes and by that time it was getting on in the afternoon and so we wandered down to the beach to have a last look before getting ready to go out for dinner and then have an early night.
Next morning there was no time to sit around, we had a quick breakfast, packed the last of our things, then took a taxi to the airport.
On the plane we settled into our seats for the four hour flight home. I’d picked up the newspaper and also had a good book, so when the flight attendant came around with morning coffee, I was all set.
I’d perused the newspaper, done the crossword, and before opening my book I clicked open the phone, finding an email from Allan. “Hi Bob” he wrote, “here’s a video that I took of Margie yesterday afternoon. Hope you enjoy it.” I frowned, I wasn’t sure that I liked the idea of him having a video of Margie, you never could know if he was showing it on the net. Anyhow, I clicked on the link to watch it. There was Margie, stark naked, but then I stared hard at the screen and felt my heart beginning to race – not only was Margie stark naked, but then coming onto the screen were six guys plus Allan. I watched spellbound as she was fucked cunt, ass, and mouth. She was manhandled and shoved this way and that as all seven guys fucked, mauled, and abused her – and the thing that I noticed was that the whole time she looked like she was loving it. My cock was rock hard, it was absolutely fabulous. I had yesterday, asked her how it was that she had been with Allan for so long in the afternoon, “oh, we were just chatting after we had our bit of fun” she had told me, but not a word of what had really been going on. I grinned to myself as I planned what I’d do as soon as we were back home, I’m sure that I’d easily be able to contact any number of guys off the net, and organize some good gang bang sessions for the fucking whore.